Ceana nodded, letting him lead the way as she watched the other people. "And do you tell these men about your selkie?" she asked, her voice pitched low and the amusement not quite hidden. Ceana knew what she was to him - proof of something he needed. Unfortunately for Bertie, Ceana didn't want to be anyone's proof and she didn't want anyone knowing her kind were real. That would only lead to more men stealing their skins.
She was only playfully teasing though, for today was one of their good days. Some days she spent screaming at him, throwing crockery at his head and cursing him for taking her from her home, but more often now were the days when she was a good wife to him. She cooked and cared for him, and she - by now - felt a genuine affection for her captor.