"Husband?" Voice complacent and most undeterred by what it is he said. It was posed as a question, almost interested in this revelation - not embarrassed or ashamed. Simply conflicted and confused by what he said. As if what he spoke about, was simply clothes on one's back or a strand of hair that was wrong.

"No, I do not have a husband." Caoimhe's head cants slightly to one side, her eyes do not leave him. The brightly coral-red strands of hair, decorate her features hiding her brows beneath her bangs. The perplexed look on her expression is almost childlike in nature. Her attention though is on his hands, and she finds the weight of them moving up on her own, to be a welcomed warmth.

His hands are so heavy and strong, that she cannot help but continue to be mesmerized by them. Regardless she finds her attention and speaks gently, "Ah, we were supposed to meet the Elder... Are you okay to meet them now?"