Lamont regarded Kiara for a moment, almost bashfully. It was true that he wasn't used to interacting with a fairer-skinned Astorian, but he could not imagine Kiara any other way. In some ways her red hair and light skin made him compare her to a walking flame -- brilliant to behold, her presence a helpful blessing to end this war as a fire was to chase away the chills, but dangerous to touch, yet he was expected to somehow handle her, control her... if he didn't, she'd be like a wildfire, out of control, just as his father feared... Still, her appearance suited her. He considered himself merely a hunk of dried wood -- useless except to fuel the fire, either just enough to be comforting or too much. 

Lamont smiled ruefully to himself. He didn't want to think about how he would control Kiara, though he felt certain it would be a topic of conversation his father would force him in a bit closer to the wedding. It was easier, and possibly more fun, to be on equal ground with Kiara right now. He barely knew her, but getting to know her little nuances, how she thought, and how she acted was so far more interesting than most of the books he read. What would they encounter on the streets of the capital city dressed as commoners? Would they be swept up by drama between peasants? Would they be taken by a grand adventure across town? Would the find espionage and intrigue in the alley shadows? It was exciting just to think about the possibilities, the repercussions never once crossing his mind. 

"Do you intend to use magic to aid you in your disguise?" Lamont asked, genuinely curious now about Kiara's process of hiding her skin. Astora was always better-versed in magic, Lamont curious if they all knew a little spell work. Perhaps she'd merely wrap herself in a cowl, but that wasn't nearly as interesting to imagine as a bit of magic...