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"That is a really good idea, but do you think we would have enough privacy? I've kinda been out on my own for quite some time, and I want to hog you all to myself~" He wouldn't lie, that was what he wanted. But if it meant more protection...nope Ichil was all his.

"I'm open to discussing it though," he tilted his head, wondering where this conversation would go, would she convince him? What did she want to add? He wished he could watch her mind work.

He tucked his fingers into her hair and sighed happily.

"Well I think that now the poachers are gone..perhaps it would be okay to move further away, it would certainly smell better to be upwind of them for a change." He was a beast tamer but he still had a nose that worked well thank you very much. "Your palisade is easy enough to move and all so really I can put it anywhere you want it."

"Is there somewhere in particular you might want to live?" He asked and leaned down to put his ear closer to her lips.

"I don't really care where, as long as I go with you, I would like to keep my spot in Tivrod though even if we are gone for a while, its still sort of my home you know. I'll always come back to Oba eventually I think, its part of me now."

He wrapped his arms around her again. "This this right here is home." He didn't need much else besides her, his familiars and their tent homes.

"Yes indeed it is, no critters allowed past the front door, ever. Except maybe my cat when you are not here and I am lonely, its not like he sheds much." Kiyelt chuckled. "What a lovely night tonight, for once its not mind numbingly hot with that breeze coming through. He waved a hand testing the breeze. He had become very much a part of Oba, more than he had ever been part of Zena.

Ichil would be more a part of him than any Zenan would either.

"I say yes," he said firmly, "all my critters have been fed and well taken care of, the night is ours." He flopped down on the pile of pillows, " you have to try this." He giggled. "First pillow flopping then supper, I have enough supplies to augment the bread that you've brought. We shall have a feast."

He would have her to himself with no interuptions, no families, no pets crawling over them wanting attention. It was going to be a wonderful night.

"This was just a fast break after all the hustle and bustle of arriving, that's all." He wanted to know what she meant by 'involved' but would delight in finding out later. "I'm not willing to starve, and I'm not willing to starve you either, so no worries." He kissed her on the forhead, sighed and relaxed utterly.

"Its good to take a step back at least once a day and just be grateful for the opportunity to rest and for the wonderful things, like giant fluffy oban pillows. You do make awesome pillows, ours up north are stuffed with pokey feathers, not so comfortable."

He rose and prepped the meal at least the stuff he was responsible for, he wasn't sure if he would be permitted to touch the bread so he was saving that for last.

Kiyelt accepted some of the bread and it melted sweetly in his mouth. "My gods this is really good, what talent." He hummed quietly and basked in the flavor. Supper was well under way and it wouldn't take long, so he stuffed some more bread in his mouth and helped Ichil with her stuff. Soon enough there was a meal fit for a desert king and queen or close enough to it as to make no never mind.

"Sit, sit," he scolded before he brought them both a plate.

"You want me to wear a dress? Won't that send the wrong signal?" He grinned at her, "I'll do it as long as it doesn't ruin your image of me." He pirouetted for her.

"No I'm afraid I'm a bit minimalist with clothes, I moved around too much for too long to be hauling around clothing trunks, I have this and long lounge slacks the odd shirt and that is about it." He plucked at his netting, not much of a dresser upper. He wondered how fighters moved in all of that stuff.