"No. I am unharmed. They did not touch me." Hallbjorn informed Kara in a simple, direct manner. He did not look at her when she asked her question or when he delivered his answer to her. The Berserker drove calmly and surely. In his mind Tarek's arguments took root, feeding the part of him that already felt that Kara deserved better. And now it was revealed that she was the princess of the djinn, heir to some other plane. One that considered Berserkers the lowest of the low. And Hallbjorn knew full well why anyone would think that. He did himself.<br/><br/>And it seemed like Kara came around to this way of thinking, too. And why not? The choice between a Berserker and being princess of a whole plane and rejoining a people one was always curious about was no choice at all. And she would be free of Hallbjorn's past. The djinn would protect their royal.<br/><br/>"Should you not be thinking of Janna instead? You want to know about your parents and where you came from so much. And now you do." Hallbjorn said. "Everything is only a phone call away." The blond man said calmly, in a voice like the frozen surface of a lake. There were hidden depths behind his words, but no way to discern them from the unyielding surface.<br/><br/>"Do you even want to pack anything? Everything you want or need would be yours for the asking. You are royalty." The large man added. Rich as he was, Kara stood to have the wealth of an entire realm as hers now. The people would fall over themselves to give her whatever she wanted to make her happy. And it followed her father was a king. He would have armies to protect Kara. There was just no chance for Hallbjorn, and he could not bring himself to try.