“Oh,” I said, slightly embarrassed. “It’s just a greeting. It’s kind of like asking ‘how is your day?’ or ‘how is everything going?’” “That is also an idiom,” Wilem grumbled. “Your language is thick with nonsense. I wonder how any of you understand each other. How is everything going? Going where?” He shook his head. “Tinuë, apparently.” I grinned at him. “Tuan volgen oketh ama,” I said, using one of my favorite Siaru idioms. It meant ‘don’t let it make you crazy,’ but it translated literally as ‘don’t put a spoon in your eye over it.’
