Had he been fit, and a bit quicker of step, he would have pulled the chair for her but she beat him to it.  He stayed on his feet briefly after she had taken hers, long enough to stretch a bit more.  He was stiff all over from laying in that bed for however long it had been, and for the various bumps and bruises he had gained the day he was wounded, his horse killed.<br/><br/>He had just pulled his chair when the child's voice echoed down the halls along with the pitter-patter of little feet.  His brow furrowed in curiousity, glancing at her briefly before dismissing this as any child of hers.  And with the introduction he gained some understanding; was this then the Dragon Princess she had mentioned?<br/><br/>He stood to his full height as little Shera looked him over, and offered her a comforting smile.  It had happened often enough before; sight of his scarred skin had left many a child afraid of him, at least until they got to know him a bit better.  He offered Maki a rueful look at her constant insistence at naming him a Lord and shook his head gently as he looked back to the child, "Simply Kaise is fine, little one.  I do appologize for my state of undress, but my tunic was ruined when I was wounded, I fear.  The good Lady Maki has nursed me back to health."