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He cannot know that her people had meant her to die, but he sees her now as mortal and woman - so he treats her as such. She stiffens at his approach and he is careful to allow the blind mare time to adjust to his scent, his presence, his voice in her ears. She is delicate, her ears swirled with a lovely bending silhouette. It is a surprise to him that she would be here and not instantly snatched up by some wandering eye.

The flames of Min do not eat at his soul as it does his brothers, but he is still man enough to recognize that she is a woman and the season was not yet passed. What little protection that he could be to her, he suddenly feels compelled to offer - and offer he does. She moves again at last, his breath having apparently been arrested for the duration of her deathly stillness. It is a relief that she bobbles her head - for all that he does not know what it means, the action is pointedly done and not some unintended movement.

His brown eyes appraise her build, her health, her expression - knowing full well that the blind often had expressions not entirely common after having seen no expressions themselves. "I have never been without my daee, never alone…I am afraid." She is honest, just as he is, and he finds he is relieved to be in the company of one with as much honesty as himself. "I have never given my Championship to a woman. I am never alone, for I have my brothers and the women who have come to reside with us in our home. I want for you to find peace with me, if you like of me."

It is perhaps a strange exchange, but his voice is as barren of coyness as it had ever been. Blunt and forthright were his favorite states. Romantic was another, but he feared his ill-tried hand at flirtation with no knowledge of her beyond her blindness and professed discomfort. "The devataon will look unfavorably upon me, for I have dishonored all… they may punish me, or you for your help… but I must ask, for without aid I will die… I will be indebted and serve you, if I can."

The offer is a solemn one, but he approaches her with steps he ensures are louder than initially. "Your gods do not rule where my brother presides. Ours will take you and keep you. I swear it by Amun.." His oath is barren of flippancy and the weight of the promise makes his voice deeper. "I do not need serving, though if you came to find affection in me - you are beautiful and any man would be honored by your interest." The end of his words hint at a smile when he says them, his noting of her discomfort misapplied to the fact that he speaks so easily of her attraction to himself or those who live with him.

"I would see you happy, instead of afraid… what is your name, sooryaast ka sundar bachcha-- Aap der se sooryaast kee tarah rangeen hain. When the heat leaves the air and all the waking world grows weary-- the sun sets and makes it cool, and there are such colors as would marvel any that beheld it."