Larksong Grotto I don't want to be king, I just want to sing a love song

She does not mean to make him uncomfortable, but it seems as if she has done so anyway.  She shifts uncomfortably, soaking both this and the information about the dark woods in as she tries to figure out how to save this.  I am also a scout, she supplies.  It is not quite a lie; she is not a scout, but why shouldn't she be?  She travels enough for it.  I will speak to the northerners.  We do have children, I am not sure how they will like a stranger so near.  But perhaps they wouldn't be opposed.  They have surprised her already.  Why not?  We can meet here, again, too.