Gamun's chest tightened as Khalida bid a quick goodbye, his every sense shouting at him to follow.  He couldn't, of course, and he drew a breath as he steadied the goblet still in his hand.  His gaze turned back to the King, and then glanced toward the Princess as he spoke in a conversational tone.  "The Lady Champion, she seems... restless.  I suppose that's to be expected.  Still, she should have let me clarify.  As I said, there are limits on my capacity to help.  Within those limits, I will serve the kingdom of Fereshard as one of her own."<br/><br/>The angel drained his cup and set it aside, clasping his hands together and settling his attention further on the Princess.  The dreams, he had known of.  It was very common for humans with latent magic to experience strong, vivid dreams as their power tried to assert itself, but to be tortured by them?  Her potential was great indeed.  Inclining his head deeply to her, he nodded once.  "I can teach you control.  I cannot teach you mastery, I am afraid, as my areas of expertise are not quite in line with yours.  Or what I<em>suspect</em>to be yours.  Still, the basics are the same, and I have confidence that you will find your way very well once I give you the tools."<br/><br/>It was true, after all.  Gamun had little more than a passing familiarity with magic outside of Light and Shadow.  That would limit his commitment to the young royal, leaving him able to pursue Khalida and her Riders.  The warrior girl was practical; he would make himself useful to her, more useful than any of her followers.  Then she would have him at her side always.  With luck.