"I'll...be okay," Danica asserted. "I was just...dizzy." She accepted held standing, but once she was up, her balance seemed to return quickly; she rested one hand on my arm, though I sensed that touch was more from habit than weakness. A'isha looked from one of us to the other, and her expression slid from worried to startled to amused. "Little hawk, you've never been faint before," the dancer said. "It's hot in here, and I've been tired and nervous," Danica argued. "Perhaps this was too much." She tucked her head down, suddenly realizing that she had fainted in front of an audience. "Bring her to rest, Zane," A'isha ordered, apparently not daunted by the fact that she was addressing her king. Inside the nest, no one ever was. "I hear your sister's mate makes an excellent raspberry-ginger tea. I suggest you get the recipe. Now off with you." A'isha's hinted meaning suddenly dawned on me, and I could not help pulling Danica against me to kiss her. "Is she right?" I asked, my mind tumbling with too many thoughts to put into words. "I don't know what she's talking about," Danica responded, leaning against me. "I hate raspberry tea." I tried not to laugh; Danica's innocence asserted itself at odd moments, and right now nothing could keep me from grinning. "Danica, Danica..."