Balthazar was pleased that she was finally done and crossing the camp to Herrick's tent.  Impatience was his natural inclination, and while he'd learned to control his nature it didn't make waiting for anything easier.  And lacking a physical form gave one no outlet for such anxiousness.<br/><br/>He reached out as she walked, seeking the one who would save his ally from having her birthright stolen through diplomatic marriage.  And to be truthful, he was also looking forward to the chance to taste his grand-daughter's charms in the flesh.  Stolen flesh perhaps, but a real body all the same.