Jube made a face when she wiped his face off; she did this often, and he swore it was just to see his nose crinkle. "Would you like me to carry the sword for now? I wouldn't mind doing so."

Jube thought about Kestral's father; surely he missed his daughter, but understood her situation. Their father had always been a very understanding, and caring father. He and Robin were about the only family members Jube got on with quite well.

"We might consider going to our room for the night soon. It's getting dark, and we want an early start on our adventure as you put it." He smiled at her.