Moira felt a little overwhelmed with the incredible amount of hospitality Kerian provided her. At the same time, she was not ashamed. Her normally pale skin was tinted pink. "I would most appreciate it, Kerian." She said, locking eyes with him with a timid smile. There was something odd connecting Moira to him now. She felt like they were two souls meant to meet, and she couldn't quite place the feeling. Perhaps it was like the stories her parents used to tell her, that if a person was chosen by a dragon, they became royalty. She wondered if this was literal, or more of a metaphor for the amount of glee one felt by being blessed by such a powerful creature.