Swiftly, and easily, as if he'd spent his entire life speaking both tongues, Brutus translated what the man had said for them.
"…It's fine," Vol replied, and without him requesting it, Brutus translated that response back to the man in question.
"I'm delighted that you do not seem to have taken offence. Will you join me for dinner? I hope you will forgive me on another matter – my wife has seen fit to beg the company of your Lady Farseer. She seems excited to speak to another noblewoman for the first time in some weeks – that is, of course, if your Lady accepts."
"You can tell her that I would be delighted to join," Penelope said. She too had gathered herself by now, after depositing what little belongings she had in the small room that Ser Thornhand had given them.
She tried to express a degree of earnestness as she gave the man that reply for his wife, but she found her smile faltering, unable to truly mask her emotions on the matter.