When Dox struggled to look where he was pointing, Motto finally realized it.  He was being indecent.  He had become too fixated on his duty and forgotten about the girl's honor.  It had been unwise to act as he had been!  LAST NIGHT!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“What!? No. No!”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40"><span style="font-weight: bold">"....!" </span></span>He stood quickly and gaped at the Chosen One as she spoke, his hair stiffening a little and sweat forming on his face.  He might lose her.  It was the sacred duty .. was there another way?  He forced himself to turn away and grabbed both sides of his head as if to hold it in place.  It was distressing to have his back to her, but Motto knew it was right and good for him to grant her privacy.<br/><br/>He was further enlightened when it was his turn.  It wasn't until he was making his leavings that the mountain dweller finally understood the discomfort of what he had put upon the maiden.<span style="color: #00FF40">"I was wrong to keep my eyes open to your nakedness last night." </span>He spoke with his eyes upon her hands sometime later.<span style="color: #00FF40">"It will not be that way again."</span><br/><br/>They were greeted by many more people on their return to the city.  All of them holding out various items and asking for Dox to bless them.  Some waved cloth while other held out food to her, breads and wines mostly.  One man rushed forward with a sickly child in his arms; crying out in a loud voice, "PLEASE HEAL MY SON CHOSEN ONE!  SURELY GOD FAVORS YOUR PRAYER MORE THAN MINE!!  PLEASE!"<br/>Motto grew tense and uneasy.  While the man and others were no threat, his senses told him things were about to escalate.