"You felt like a rest?" Glaran was so taken aback by the princess' question that he couldn't find the anger he so readily used against her. He looked at her for a long moment. The girl definately had more backbone than people would be led to believe. Just a public opinion piece? He snorted softly, taking her by the arm and leading her to a fallen tree a small ways back. It had probably fallen in a recent storm, its bark not yet covered in lichen. Sitting her down, he knelt before he to examine her feet, ignoring her protests. When he was satisfied of their condition, he looked up at her. Despite the tone of her words, her eyes showed genuine curiousity.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to kill you," he said simply, sitting back on his heels. With anyone else, his position would be a token of servitude. But the assassin never lost the aura of power than hung around him. "I'm to deliver you to my employer without any permanent damage done. And I've found death to be rather permanent."