Lion Head Mesa I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving; I'm your little scarlet, starlet

Dearest creature in creation, how those colorless eyes searched for answers she knew. It was why she was ready to be the master of her own hutch. 

“You do not need me. I would impede you here. You would impede my work abroad.” His manner is detached; informational. On the horizon is the chaos and he’d known the safety of peaceful kingdom walls far too long.

He turns for her, "You did not expect it would always be this way. You know what I desire. It is why I must now go."