"Ack, sorry." Quintus said. "Force of habit. I've been a soldier for nearly five years, but my commanding officer has given me a reprieve to... take care of home." Quintus skirted around the issue, again. No one else needed to know about Quintus' father right now, and [i]Kala[/i] has had enough of a bad day.

Eager to change the subject, Quintus spoke again. "I noticed your feet are burned. I'm so sorry." Quintus felt genuinely awful for the poor girl. "Are you hungry? Or maybe you want to put on some normal clothes? Not that the dress doesn't look good on you, it just looks a little cold." The Roman tried not to ramble, but his bad luck with girls was coming back.