[ He remained silent when she first refuted him, choosing to listen closely instead. At her indication of parting his company for a time, the elezen frowned but held his piece. While she was gone, he managed to fish a bootknife from his belongings, settling down with it and a short length of wood he found on the forest floor to begin idly whittling. Upon her return he set the work down in his lap, brushing shavings away and turning his face up towards her. She would see at least four other knives near where he sat. They certainly were not visible before. ]

Questions of my provenance aside, there is no reason for you to walk out of here naked.

[ The elezen pointed the tip of his held knife towards the pile of clothing still folded up nearby. ]

It may not be an excellent fit, but a coat and pants should protect your virtue, Lady Rainier. There are a great many belts. You should be able to do something with them.

[ There was a depth of calm in his tone that was very much at odds with the chaos of the moment. For whatever reason, he seemed completely in control of his thoughts just then. He set the edge of his knife to the branch, tilting is head as he focused on her direction. ]

Cover up. I am going nowhere just now. You may stay with me or seek your exit. It is of course your choice.

And please. Call me Peregrine.