"No harm will come to her," he says quietly, his tone shifting from 'pride' to 'protection, but not 'possessive' in any way. Kreyu is free to make her own choices, and Tawaret will be able to tell that. "Not so long as there is breath in my lungs."

Another slight nod, which is not as much of a bow as before, but a touch remains. She is an elder, after all.

"I thank you for your kindness." He glances down at Kreyu, who is still fast asleep curled against him. "And she will as well, come daylight."