No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don’t think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn’t any plans on sharing our bed.

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

...'Goose girl, may I kiss you?' She answered by... kissing him first.

I’m sorry, my lady,” said Geric, rubbing his arm. “But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.

Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.

I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.