King Elk Forest Mechanical Love

Kevalin stood as still as a sentinel next to the tree. Assuming he had no business near the Queen at this time, he would keep his distance from her. He watched her pace, she was clearly in obvious discomfort. He debated whether or not it was wise to offer assistance. He assumed not, but he had never been known to be wise. He was, after all, the Queen's captive. "Your Highness, might I suggest trying some of the herbs I've brought to ease your discomfort"