Blythe shook her head vigorously, wondering it good it would to react so passionately. Her head spun slightly after that, but she was sturdy enough to keep herself steady.
"No, it was not so depressing." But it was saddening. The pride in his voice was very evident, and she did not dispute that it was genuine. "I am sorry to hear of your parents, but to learn your father was a warrior-Commander hardly surprises me. It makes a fair bit more sense now."
She shifted her footing, growing weary of the movements. As she was the lead, Blythe knew she had to ability to slow it down, and so she did. "How did you like the dance?"