"I know," Lenore agrees sympathetically, even though she's perfectly aware of Gideon's tactic with the bravado, and aware of just how effective her kindness is when it's clear that Gideon's never received kindness before.

"I think you were kind of having a bad ... week. And that's putting it mildly." She reaches out, gently caressing Gideon's cheek in sympathy and comfort. "You fought in battle, as was right and honorable, and then suffered devastating blows to your pride, dignity, and comfort. Anyone would have lashed out."

Lenore's thumb brushes over Gideon's cheek, fond and a little sad. "I have to head out tomorrow. First thing." Which means immediately after sunset, for her. "I can delay it by a day if I have to. Maybe two. But I could be gone for a week, and I'm going into a situation that's going to be unpleasant and probably dangerous. I want you with me. I hate the thought of having to leave you behind for that time, and I need the protection of having a bodyguard, especially a human bodyguard." It's bad timing, really. Another few days, next week, and this would be perfect. But the situation in Stessl needs to be dealt with, and Lenore is by far the most appropriate Queen for the job.

"... I'm just not sure you're ready," Lenore finishes, words quiet and eyes mournful, wanting to be convinced otherwise.