Resting his back against one of the rocks, legs stretched out and crossed before him, Glaran gestured at the pond. "Drink. It won't kill you." From his position he had ample opportunity to take a good look at the girl for the first time. He didn't know why his Lord wanted her, aside from ransom, but he had to admit that she was comely. Perhaps he wished to force her into marriage and some sort of alliance. While he found that idea utterly distasteful, he realized that it was not his place to question his employer.<br/><br/>He nodded at the princess' bare feet. "Let me take care of those." Strangely enough, it was half a question, half a command.