"Yes, he sounds like a good friend," she said, smiling up at him. "Like La'apha and Po. Good Horse. Good Rider. Heart of the Desert. I loved hearing that story growing up," she went on, casting away a dreamy stare. "La'apha was always how I envisioned my husband to be." And then realizing what sort of topic she had gone into, she promptly cleared her throat and smiled nervously through it. "That is to say, dreams of in my youth. Now I would seek a husband politically."
Was she supposed to mention that? She wasn't sure, but her High Priest had her anxious over selecting a husband. There were so many unspoken rules about it, she just didn't even know where to begin! Why couldn't finding a husband be simple? As simple as taking a stroll through the gardens?