Oops, I did it again

Laufey's words drew her gaze back to him in a sharp motion - though the eyes held more interest now than anything. Friðla? "Is that so?" she asked, a query rather than any form of sarcasm. This was an interesting development. Many soft Alacratians would declare theirs a love match after one roll in the grass together - Katja could not fathom what could be so very special about the process as to make them lose their fool minds. But... this did not seem to be the case, to her relief. It would seem Laufey was beginning to grow into himself, to truly take their culture upon him as his own rather than clinging to it for safety. There was a cautious approval in her as she stared measuringly at him."And is Neith aware of what this entails?" she questioned slowly. "Are you?"