Bryn was beginning to wonder if she'd ever reach a point where he did not impress her. The words he spoke were perfectly in her own tongue, she didn't have to think about what was being said, and translate it into something she understood. It wasn't simply Icelandic, which was closer to Old Norse than anything else... He went the extra mile. She didn't doubt he had to do it for other spell work, but she couldn't help getting a little choked up.
But it only showed with a little sharp sniff. She did not speak again until he started mixing and mashing everything together again. "Do you know the language well enough to converse in it? Or do you know only what you need to for spells?" Her voice might not have been completely solid, it might have wavered a little.