Khaylan smiled at the men, his eyes glancing towards each of them separately. "Well, it would seem the healer knew what she was doing after all. Though I fear it will be some time before my armor can be returned to the appropriate shape."

One of the knights leaned to the side as Khaylan talked, trying to get a glimpse of Miranda, a confused look on his face. Khaylan dropped his smile, clearing his throat loudly and staring directly at his fellow knight. "Good sir, I know she is beautiful, but staring is quite rude if you do not recall," he said, one hand dropping from the reins to rest idly on the pommel of his dagger, "and seeing as how she is my guest this day... I am beginning to take offense."

The knight hesitated, caught halfway between staring at Khaylan and staring at Miranda. In the end, he decided it was better to keep his eyes on Khaylan for now. "A.. guest, my Lord?," he said, a genuinely confused look on his face, "you never said anything about..."

"Yes well unfortunately it seems Eric," Khaylan rolled his eyes as he spoke the name, "has decided that another of his friend's daughters would benefit greatly from some time spent in my company. It is fortunate that you left me..."

Khaylan turned his eyes towards the other knight, "...when you did sirs. Had my recovery been speedier, I might have missed her carriage altogether on the road here. Of course, I know you both only wished to leave so that you could bring back a real healer for my wounds. That would be the action our codes demand of us, yes?"

He let the silence hang in the air for a few moments before shifting his gaze between both of them. "It is a good thing neither of you left me to die, as that would be a serious violation of our ethics. What would the grandmasters think, after all?"