[ This time, there is not psychic connection between them to give Verim a hint to what races behind Piper's eyes. But, it does race and it troubles her. He remains next to her with his hands tucked into his pockets with far more ease than he feels. ]

The Lady is undoubtedly glad to have one less male hovering over her shoulder no matter how pure their intentions. [ Despite his own tension, Verim's smile widens a fraction and turns a touch wry. ] The Queen's gift is an old and needed tradition though its knowledge and purpose have, like many things, been lost over time.

But, [ He pauses and his voices gentles. ] that isn't what troubles you. There are other fields that Lady Fayura has already seen to, if you'd prefer to listen to farmers argue about which crops should be planted first.