Even though he was further from the cecealian than the winged man, Gwyn felt his knees buckle.  Against the green undergrowth, his almost courtly descent to one knee was easily visible, although the effect was slightly marred as a few downy strands fell forward over his face.<br/><br/>"I would hope to be worth more than a mere offering," he replied to her question.  "You are, after all, a new arrival on this island."