[Her head bobbled beneath the light weight of his hand, before she reached up to remove it. This man- he possessed the trust of the princess. It seemed that they were childhood friends. While he took delight in riling her up she had to admit, begrudgingly, that he was strong. Sheer strength somehow nearly rivaled the power within her right hand. He was sharp too.

. . . Even if he enjoyed using that wit for the purpose of teasing.

Confidence was clear in her voice as she stepped forward and surveyed what was, apparently, supposed to be their lodging for the night. It wasn't fit for a dog. And yet here they were. No matter. If the princess had to sleep in the outdoors like this then Kija would endure.]

I may not look as though I know a thing or two about the wilderness, but I have been taught a great many things within my village.

[She's even ridden a horse once. Hah. How impressed would he be then, hmm?]

You should worry about yourself. Sleeping beneath the stars will be as simple as-