Kind. What an odd word to be addressed to her by a utter stranger, especially when he was clearly here for the Princess and not herself. Still it make a slight glimmer of a smile touch her lips, most did not think her kind, most thought her half insane or too stubborn for her own good with her odd thoughts about the Rider's and what it meant to be a Champion. They could thank her father for that though, he had trained her all her life and it had surprised only the most conservative of people when she had been selected by the Oracle as his successor. Of course those people had the issue with the fact that she was female as well.<br/><br/>The Champion glanced between Gamun and Cat, thinking about the idea of her princess having more training in the magic that plagued her, she knew all too well how often the girl woke up at night with dreams no one, not even the Oracle could fully unravel. She stayed, silent, listening and unresponsive for a moment, aware of the King's eyes on her no doubt wondering what she was thinking. The promise from the Irealian to defer to her was reassuring and she felt the quirk of a smile deepen ever so slightly on her somber face, though it did not quiet reach her violet eyes. "If you can indeed train the Princess in her magic and will bide by my orders then you are most welcome Lord Gamun, though I think for your own well being and sanity you should house among the Rider's rather then the court. If you don't mind I'll have my mage confer with you most, she'll know how to handle you and likely act as chaperon to your lessons with Catáryn."<br/><br/>A smile was on the King's lips then and she inclined her head respectfully, wondering just how happy he was that she had accepted this outsider so readily. She was what he judged safety by most often, the loadstone the kingdom followed in these matters and as aware of that as she was she refused to let it bother her. Her ears caught the footsteps outside the chamber and she turned slightly, toward the door before the rap on it came and it was opened, Davina's familiar face appearing.<br/><br/>"Champion, the Lady Mihriban has returned with urgent word from Dalias. Will you be rejoining the Rider's?"<br/><br/>Khalida nodded, sketching a bow to the King, princess and Irealian before turning and heading for the door. "I hope you do not mind the lack of my company. When your talk is over Cat will know where to find me, you both will be welcome." And then she was out the door, gone like a wind so swift on her feet, heading back toward her study and the people she had drawn together to save her beloved country.