Looking for a Life Raft

She recoiled and he quickly stopped moving. He'd never felt so disgusting in his life so he couldn't blame her for drawing away. His shame only increased when she stated that he was in fact speaking to the empress. Deathbelle was a strange name to his ears and an ominous one. "Yes, milady." He moved to follow her, trying to keep a respectful distance. He could feel shuffling in the pack on his back as Bolla slipped inside. He realized he'd forgotten to introduce her but decided that could be done at a later date if he survived. If he died he didn't want Bolla to be indentured to a pack for his own stupidity.
He wasn't sure how much to say, having little knowledge of how empires worked in this strange new land. How exactly was he to address this empress. Bolla stuck her head out of the pack and gently patted Chry's shoulder blades as the pair awaited instructions for when the were to stop.