Saving the damsel in distress

Alright, Kotori liked her.  Her way of speaking along with how she held herself even while weakened.  Her words were not trivial things but details of importance.  She was polite but with an air which was deserving of respect.  She was not a princess only by blood but showed it in all she did.

When Ochtisuki mentioned potential enemies Kotori seemed at first mildly surprised but that was replaced soon enough with a growing grin, “Well princess,” the title was given with respect before the jovial words came, “I would love for them to visit my little home.”

There were more words to say but then Ochitsuki was standing as if she’d leave right away, Kotori’s smile slipped, brow furrowing but no protest was needed apparently as the princess stumbled, her face landing against his chest.  “Princess,” Kotori’s voice was soft yet firm,  “Valta does not fear a fight, the tougher the opponents the more fun it would be.” The Sumatar added, “I’d be shaming my name and blood if I would not aid you right now.” Kotori lowered his head a bit to be on level with hers, “You are a proud and strong woman, leaving no doubt of your blood.  Even the strongest need rest.  It would be my honor to have you stay until you feel stronger.”  Besides, how far was she going to get anyway if she was staggering about?

“Lean on me princess, I’ll take you to a dryer spot where you can sleep.  At least get a good sleep here and I’ll keep watch.” He imagined her form up against his while she slept to help her dry off and warm up.  

"Kotori Fatalis"