[ Porenn can't help but think that Billy is an absolute treasure. Granted, she's usually a sharp judge of character to begin with, but in this case it has more to do with the fact that she has a bit of a soft spot for awkward teenagers. Honestly, though he doesn't bear any resemblance physically, Billy reminds her of Garion when he was that age rather a lot.

Porenn glances down only minutely at her gown and smiles, though it's a bit subdued. ]

Thank you, Billy. That's very sweet of you. You're almost correct, though. My husband passed away recently, and I'm still mourning him. He was a dear man.

[ There's nothing insincere about the sentiment, not at all, but all the same, she says it almost matter-of-factly, as though she doesn't want Billy to dwell too much on it. She draws herself up, shoulders straight, as if asserting her composure, and clasps her hands in front of her. ]

It is a lovely affair, isn't it? I rather like the atmosphere.