Golden Glade kinpaku

his jesting tone was so much like a brother. this was something she could indeed contend with; but she did not need more brothers, the two she'd loved and lost had been enough. besides, he was not likely here out of friendship.
certainly not i, she answered.
an appraising look across his pale coat came next, looking at the mess of him.
for one so purportedly god-blessed, you do not look the part.
but she blushed and soon averted her gaze, not knowing why exactly, except that it did not feel proper. he had groomed himself by the water before, and was himself so carefully composed; so why did he carry his stains so proudly?
it did not mix with what she knew of him.