Skellig quickly shakes his head.

"No, I would go with you gladly, I would help in any way I could, I just..."

There is also a faint flush rising to his skin, his chest and cheeks taking on a reddish hue that is lesser than hers, but still noticeable. And it is not due to the thought of her in that beaded gown, appearing before her people.

"...Kreyu, if you are a Goddess...and I am your husband...what does that make me?"