His hand was slightly shaking and he felt he felt many conflicting feelings. He was happy to be here specially with Acela sitting next to him, resplendent in that lavender dress that just so fitted well with the glory of the room. But he also felt guilt because Destiny was laying there, vulnerable on a bed, and he wanted to be there with her, but he knew that the best thing to do was to stay with the group and try to see the King as soon as possible.
He composed himself and steadied his hand as he slowly but firmly guided Acela toward her chair.
"Absolutely stunning," he thought to himself, and felt that he was going to blush again. This time, however, he had a little bit more control.
"Please Acela," he said making a small bow, "will you allow me to pour you some frute wine."