[ this is not a question he takes his time musing over. it is a question he knows the answer well, something he might have thought about before, at night, under a sky that does not exist.

when he watches her here, it is in an attempt to find a hidden threat. he does not, and instead, dainsleif is left wondering: is this guilt? is this fear of failure, that she'd come to disappoint those who look up to her? would she want to be put down, to avoid shame, to avoid reality, to avoid the disappointment?

this, too, is not something he can get a read on. ]

My sword strikes those who pose a threat to my nation. I have been tasked to protect Khaenri'ah. It does not matter from who.

[ and with that, dainsleif takes a step to the side, and resumes walking. ]