Quentan nodded to the girl... for him, she was still a girl, "Tis me honor ta take upye da's final journ'e. Meself may be ah bit o' a shurt'n, but carry me end, is nay trouble."<br/><br/>He looked up at Kendra and pauses a moment, "Wud et be tak'n ahmiss if'n meself offered ta ask me God fer his blessin' on yer da's jurn'e?" he asked, not without some compassion.