Kye had been summoned and came in with rapier and bow sheathed and put away. His armor was cleaming and properly polished, his wings folded on his back. He looked damn sexy in that angelic way. "You summoned for me Lady Elena?" He said softly, gentlemanly in the way his kind usually wear. To the other female, K'risti, he bowed. "Good morrow my lady. I am Sir Kye." No title, no nothing else. A modest Aasimar he was.