The compliment flustered him a bit: he was the last person he felt would be described as "kind and honorable". He felt a flush to his cheeks which was extremely disconcerting. He was about to comment when she swept into that graceful curtsy, and he was back to stammering.

After an excruciating few seconds he reached out a hand to help her up. "Don't...you don't have to do that for me," he muffled, "Khemrys."

A strange name, but it rolled pleasantly off the tongue. He shook off any additional thoughts that tried to follow. He was going to ask about this abbey that she was apparently from, since the only time he'd heard of one was from The Sound of Music movie, but he figured it was best to wait for those questions.

He gestured to her bloodied hands and feet "Are you sure you're ok to walk? You shifted but you're still hurt."