" There is a Shotet poem I like,” she said in clear Thuvhesit. He’d heard her speak just a few Thuvhesit words in all the time they’d spent together. That she spoke it now meant something--they were on equal footing, in a way they couldn’t have been before. She had just about died to make them that way.
He frowned as he chewed on that. What a person did when they were in pain said a lot about them. And Cyra, always in pain, had almost given her life to free him from Shotet prison. He would never forget it.
“The translation is difficult,” she continued. “But roughly, one of the lines reads, ‘The heavy heart knows that justice is done.’”
“Your accent is very good,” he said.
“I like the way the words feel.” She touched her throat. “It reminds me of you. "

― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)