Of wet shirts,,,

Kiril smiles warmly at her as he sees the tears have stopped and that she has calmed.

Then his eyes seem to crinkle as he replies, "Wash my shirt, Ah, I see, you just want me to take it off again!"

Kiril gives a laugh, but his arms also tighten the embrace around her. "Seriously though, you just need to know that you're not alone. And I am glad you enjoyed my bungling attempt at a beautiful Elven ballad. I thought the song's message was appropriate and the language would be comforting for you, being half-Elven."

Kiril releases his embrace and sighs. "Well, since I have helped provide you solace, and you seem better, which has gladdened me. But I am also saddened."

At the questioning look in her  eyes, Kiril grins at Spring and says, "Now I no longer have an excuse to hold a beautiful, vibrant and interesting young woman!" Then he smoothly, lithely, rises to his feet.

"Spring, I really am pleased that I could help. If I can do anything else, just let me know. And in the future, if you want to watch me practice, come over. I will see you and promise not to endanger you." Kiril then switches to the liquid smooth language of the Elves and says, "And if you want to talk in the tongue of the Elf, I would be honored to." Then, switching back to common, he continues, "And now Milady Raine, I shall leave you to your peace."

He then bows to her and turns away to begin walking to the corner of the courtyard that he has claimed.

He pauses, just a couple of steps away from Spring, turns back and scans the area. Upon seeing Blaze, Kiril, looking directly into its eyes, says with a smile, "And you make sure to watch over your mistress."

Kiril turns back around to continue on the remaining few steps to his bedroll and pack.

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