"That I can't help I am...was druchii? I just don't understand how my lord is immune to that," he shrugs. "We can go back to your silly questions about my past if you wish."

"We have plenty of time to make it up to them."

Aara watches him go, letting out a relieved breath. That's done, then. This can work...

Her nerves melt away and a wide grin slides across her face. "Nuur'eni..." she calls, heading for her room. "Are you ready?"

Goddard looks down at his hands. "I...I only did anything that once...I wasn't quiet all there when it happened, and I regret it. I'm sorry. But never anything like that lecai. Not ever."

"I wish-" She stumbles over her dropped cup, dragging the sheet through water. "Damn it," she mutters, kneeling to clean up the mess.

"Anything with Kryn involved is interesting," she laughs. "Right around this corner? Ha! There it is!"

"Oh you're mean," he grins. "But this doesn't seem like it's going to be what I thought it would have been." He goes into his room and after much muttering and rummaging, finally gets dressed. "Alright lecai, do with me what you will."