[Andrew tilts her head demurely, an echo of the obedient girl she grew up as reflected in the gesture.

She can't deny that. She has lived in a dark and hollow place her entire life with only one comfort. There is something about it that might make her a caged wild animal of her own; she's guarded and protective of herself and acted rashly in a fit, and it's difficult to think outside of walls she's never scaled.]

I'm to be married. But before I go to my wedding, I will open the bars and show someone the beautiful sky.

[So no matter how sorry or set back she feels...she will persist.] What does an ideal sky look like to you, Hwylryn?