[He doesn't realize his eyes go a little wide as Alfor compliments him. Something in his chest twists, even as part of him, some part he hadn't been able to name, that cold, fearful part wondering, constantly, if that voice in his head was right.]

[If his shadow had been right.]

[I can see why the Black Lion chose you.]

[He has to close his eyes for a second. Bracing himself with his hand at Alfor's shoulder, with the return hand on his. And maybe the next step is foolish, maybe he shouldn't be so bold. But suddenly, it feels more natural to step forward, and, quickly, briefly, embrace the king.]

You got thrown into this hard and fast. Out of all of us... you've got the most to deal with.

[He'll step back, then.] Being here helps. More than I think I can say.