Ravus looked at Akara and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, but if I put my coat back on, I will die from heat exhaustion before  the sun even passed that rooftop." He pointed at a low home up on the hills. "Akara, do you... hate Aryia?" He looked at her as he set the box he was carrying onto the sand. "I know the king doesn't exactly have a soft spot for her, but she reminds me of all the people of Albion before Arex was king." He smiled and put his hand on Akara's head and ruffled her hair a bit. "She is like a lost child, wanting what she thinks is good, but her people have been so distant from the rest of Albion, just like your people, and mine."