Lamont wasn't used to seeing such fierce blushing from someone with such light skin. He found it endearing, fascinating in a way, and he found his gaze on Kiara lingering longer than needed to be. "I would like that," he agreed, "to be friends. There is no law saying we need to be in love with each other in order to be married, right?" He managed his best encouraging smile, though it sounded odd talking about something as long-lasting and life-changing as his marriage to her in such a platonic way. "Frankly, I don't want to worry about that right now anyway. As long as we can get through each day."

He rose to his feet, gently dusting off his jacket, then offered a hand to Kiara to help her on her feet. "Do you need to see a healer about your arm? We can do that, if you wish, then show you around your new home. Perhaps we may run across your bodyguard on the way." Though he had no interest in actually meeting Ostus, especially after Kiara's description of him, he hoped suggesting it would at least make Kiara feel better.