[Honestly, the more direct he was, the better and more true he felt. He could feel. As if saying such things so outright would give them more meaning. He hoped they did. As they were more true than he could even say.

But when she regarded him with a curtsey, he couldn't help but freeze again. Why? Was that respect? Seemed very formal.

As a princess, perhaps it was just her formality in her own personality. It did fluster him, but he actually tried to not show it.]

We will, the both of us.

[He then felt a drop of water on his shoulder, than another. And another.]

We should hurry and get Aubrenard shelter, and for us as well. Else the chance of staying dry will seem slimmer.