When she mentions misbehaving she can almost see the angry fire behind his piercing eyes.<br/><br/>"My father was a good man, but whether royal, noble, merchant, peasant, or beggar, all are just men nothing more. He taught me much, and helped me learn even more. But now is not the time for reminiscing, perhaps later if you wish we can speak more of it and for the moment it is all too fresh a wound to worry.<br/><br/>"What concerns me more is that you were struck, in anger," the pure disdain dripping from his words is clear. "Such idiocy is unforgivable, what more I have reason to guess that the person who did this is your father, someone that will have to be negotiated with if we seek to have any peace. A fool who strikes his daughter in anger is not one who should remain welcome near his daughter." Lenally can tell that he would much rather be providing the fool a taste of his own medicine, but realizes the dangers of taking a rod to a visiting head of state in his sleep.<br/><br/>"If you are willing, I would like you to stay near me for the time being in public. I will not accept a man who beats his daughter as anything more than a pest to be quashed, but as a negotiating partner he must live. I will not allow him to strike you as long as you are near me so that I can take such actions on my own." He approaches her as he is speaking, each step silent but with purpose as one hand comes up to stroke her bruised cheek with a gentleness she wouldn't have expected, but reminds her so much of the pleasant touch she had begun awakening to.