He waited patiently, worried that Esmae might not be in her den. Kratos wondered what she had thought when he had pulled her up to the front lines in battle - she must’ve been scared. He had made a solemn promise to himself that he would protect her, no matter what. His actions had consequences however. He wouldn’t have known what to do with himself had she gotten severely injured in the war. The shame he still felt about that one sole decision he did so selfishly, to what? Have her closer to himself? She could have died. So could have his sons, his sons wives, anyone from their pack. But they all survived. Kratos was lost in his own head when the lady emerged from her den, causing him to jump slightly. She greeted him with a smile that he couldn’t get out of his head. God, she was gorgeous. He basically had to clamp his jaws shut to keep from it dropping to the ground.

“Hello, Kratos.” Her words rolled off her tongue so effortlessly, and Kratos loved the way she spoke his name. "I would love to go for a stroll. I do have a have something I wish to speak to you about as well since you're here - If it's not a bother." A smile lit up his face as a gentle one presented itself to him atop her lips. The man stood, himself taller than the halloweeness, yet her pelt stood against his. “It’s never a bother, Esmae.” He grinned, speaking gently to the woman. As he began to walk, he watched her intently with his golden suns, waiting for her words to begin. She strolled beside him, keeping a respectful distance that he so badly wanted to close in on. To have their pelts touch. Man, he was enamoured by the lady. “Well, I know I'm not yet ranked but I did accept someone at the border. Her name is Nadia, and she's carrying children. She hasn't had a very good life.” Esmae spoke of the lady at the border, Nadia was her name. That’s when he saw her gaze grow serious, and he worried that she’d let someone - an enemy - into their ranks. "She's one of Beartooths daughters, she mentioned that her mother was a prisoner but they were all set free after the war. I don't think he will look for them, but I wanted you to be aware." As she finished speaking, the man turned his gaze and looked ahead. A Tarben born was in their ranks, yet she seemed to have cut off her previous life. If she truly needed help and a place to live, Kratos would gladly accept her.

“Esmae, you’ve done good. Of course she is welcome. You’re one-hundred percent sure she’s no longer affiliated with Tarben, correct? If she had some scheme - it could cause danger in the future. I dont’-” He stopped himself, shaking his head. No. A femme carrying children, most likely one of a brute from Tarbens spawn, he knew she wasn’t affiliated. “What am I thinking. She wouldn’t still be. Tarben wouldn’t be that stupid. Thank you for doing that on my behalf. We’ll make sure she’s protected here.” The King told her gently, turning his suns back to the girl.

“There is one thing I’d like to speak to you about. Regarding the recent war..” He began again, nervously. What had she thought about it all? They had barely knew one another when he’d done that. They still seemed like strangers - for the most part. “Esmae. I know I called you up to the front lines with my sons and their wives. I know.. That must’ve been scary. And I sincerely apologise for that. If you’d have gotten hurt.. Or killed.. I..” he trailed off, stopping in his tracks and looking into her pumpkin colored orbs. “I truly wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself. If I - Dawnshire - would have lost you, I would have taken full responsibility. I’m glad you made it through safe.” He murmured, and gently tilted his head. Looking at her brought him butterflies in his stomach and warmth to his heart. He genuinely wanted what was best for her and her future in Dawnshire. “How do you like it here in Dawnshire, Esmae?”