Kiran nodded. "I completely agree. The two of us being alone... Well, we'll say that I wouldn't want to be accused of anything I didn't do. Don't get me wrong, I'll own up to it if I did it, but I won't tolerate false accusations. A chaperone would keep that from being a problem." He turned to the white haired wonder. "Well, I'm sorry, man. Your hair's actually pretty good, compared to my common, boring hair. Come to think of it..." He tilted his head, then nodded. "That's actually a nice color on you. You're right, it<i>is</i>exotic." He grinned, then turned back to Fjorm.<br/><br/>"Well, yeah... I forgot about that. Alright, O admit, I wasn’t<i>as </i>busy with the War as I thought. At least, not until the end, when I ran out of Orbs, anyway. It’s not because she’s prettier than you. She’s not. I just felt as if she were more in my range than you were, you being a Princess and all. However, beyond that, I have no excuse. Forgive me for my ignorance, M’Lady.” He bowed down so far his matted hair touched the ground, and his Hood replaces itself on his head. When he stood, he wore a face of solemn duty once more. He finally said, “May I take the cart, Ma’am? I should think it’s the least I might do for you, given the trouble I’ve caused so far.”