They joined the informal dancing, and William discovered that Lyanna was right—he had no idea what he was doing. But she was patient, guiding him through basic steps while laughing at both their mistakes.
"See? Not so terrible," she said after they'd managed a full minute without collision.
"I'm adequately not terrible."
"There's that word again. Do you know any other adverbs?" But she was smiling, clearly enjoying herself despite his limited dancing skills.
The musician transitioned to a slower melody, and the informal dancing shifted to match. Lyanna moved closer, and William found himself uncertain about proper positioning.
"Like this," she said softly, adjusting their hands and posture into something resembling proper dance form. "Now we just move with the music. No thinking, just feeling the rhythm."
