Kiran arrived again as Fjorm asked if she was being too rough. Kiran saw the stained makeup on her face and exclaimed, “Was my trip for that hot water you asked for really all that hard? One would think I’d have to travel to Múspell and back to find some hot water, and not just to the kitchens.” He knelt by Fjorm and whispered to her, “Do you really think I would let...<i>that</i>get in the way of us? Of what we ha- what I<i>hope</i>we have.”<br/><br/>He dried her tears with a blot from his sleeve, thus staining it. He then turned to Lucina. The pain rang again, but he barely noticed this time. There certainly<i>were</i>differences between timelines. If the other Lucina was an A, This Lucina was a B, pushing a C, somehow. Her chest was far more noticeable than the other’s. That, and she carried a Sword, instead of the Lance he was used to.<br/><br/>Was there any rule or law in Askr that outlawed polygamy...? He has to look that up. There was a chance that both he and Haru could have their ways.<br/><br/>For now, though, Kiran shook those thoughts out of his head. He needed to focus. Lucina was hurt, and he needed to help her. Not because of feelings, though. It was his duty. He had inadvertently brought her here, and he needed to help, as a courtesy. Nothing more. He began gathering each piece of Lucina’s clothing and neatly folding it, putting it in the basket she had apparently brought with her. Again, as a courtesy, he spent as little time with her unmentionables as possible... but damn, this Lucina had a tiny waist, too. Well, comparatively, anyway...