[She's absolutely right to worry. While he has done reasonably well for himself in this place, the fact remains that many basic concepts still elude him— he has benefitted greatly from his time spent traveling with her and the others, from the lessons they have offered in regards to basic self-care, but in some ways, Dohalim will always be Dohalim, which is to say just a little bit hapless.

His smile warms as she stands, and he shakes his head as he gestures to her seat, indicating she should take it once more before he puts his hand atop the rung of the chair opposite so that he can pull it out for himself.]

Please, you needn't stand on my account. You know that.

[Though he also knows he needn't bow— old habits do die hard, and he has not given up certain courtly manners. Still, they should sit and chat as friends. It's been too long since they've had the opportunity.]

I would like to hear how you find this place, so far. I found myself at quite a loss upon my own arrival.