[And she's almost smiling, isn't she? Quite the change from the stubborn brat he'd spat at over the lockets. There may be more to learn on either side; there may be more to gain from her than just nasty looks.

Gilgamesh reaches out to touch her on the cheek, but it is a kind touch. It is gentle and it is as innocent from him as anything could ever be.]

Hey... you're not such a bad girl after all. But you did tell me a very good story, and I didn't mind listening to the rest, so I'll honor my word.

[Pushing himself to his feet, he gestures to the small table and chair in the corner, invitingly.]

Stay here until the storm clears. I'll have food brought. Tonight, you have earned my generosity. [Grinning just a bit.] So a certain King might declare, if he were present.