"Just because it is normal for such things does not mean that you need follow into it so willingly, Princess. I was destined to die at least twice in my life and yet I still stand. You have every right to live your life as you wish it. I understand that you are in a different situation than I, but just imagine..had something gone differently in the past how different a world we would live in."
Kenna was surprised by his opinion, but it wasn't unwelcome. Her brows furrowed, but in confusion instead of anger, "You do not believe that the higher powers decide human fate?" She understood that their regions believed in different goddesses, but she still would have thought that the two religions would be at least a little similar.. Though she figured it could be the reason the two regions were at odds. They were apparently an entirely different class of people, "Yes.. that is true, but how does one turn away from responsibility? You feel responsible to lead this guild of your's, do you not..?" Kenna asked Tannin with a very serious tone, although her expression was not as tempered and venomous as the night before. She was more... cooperative and persuasive, she was trying to explain her situation, "I'm sure it's at least slightly similar to ruling a kingdom.. a smaller and slightly more murderous one, but it's being in charge of the safety of your people and governing your faction all the same.."
"I would like to suggest that you get some rest, Princess. We'll be leaving early in the morning. Take the tent, I've no need for it."
She was surprised by how fast Tannin managed to handle the dishes, but there weren't a lot of them to begin with, so she assumed it was simply quick because he was accustomed to this lifestyle, "Fine, fine.. Traveling is far more dull than I expected..." She sighed, standing up and rolling her eyes before proceeding toward the tent, but came to a halt right before entering, tapping her cheek a few times before speaking to him one final time before retiring, "Or perhaps it's the company.." She laughed after considering her words, entering the tent and laying down. Though she could not sleep immediately. The space was smaller than she was used to, so she felt rather claustrophobic. She did not mention it, seeing as there was no way to mend the situation.. it was just highly uncomfortable. Why do people even make tents if they are this horrid? She thought to herself with a silent huff. Kenna did not understand the less financially fortunate at all, but she was beginning to realize that living among them was extremely uncomfortable. She'd give almost anything up for a proper feather bed instead of a bed roll right about now.
She stared at the top of the tent for quite some time, missing her father, Mahayana, her horse Araiah, and her old wardrobe. Nothing about this new life was comfortable.. She wished to pray, but not until she felt that Tannin was asleep. She did not feel comfortable expressing her religion so openly toward an outsider. She simply mumbled the song from the night before, making sure she wasn't loud this time around. She knew he was likely still awake and she did not share her singing voice with anyone, not even Mahayana. Singing was private, at least for royals. Musical entertainment was left upon the middle or occasional lucky lower class individuals...
Next Morning
Kenna woke halfway through the meal he was preparing, exiting the tent, but not before tending to her hair. She had to at least retain a certain level of dignity. She was going to keep a set of standards, and her hair was one thing she was not going to compromise on. She tilted her head as she came outside, "I fell asleep on the way here, so I don't suppose being at a small distance would harm anything. Which direction is the stream? I'd like to wash up to be honest." Kenna announced in a tone that only women of royalty or those that were exceptionally brave dared to use in the presence of men. This was the longest she'd ever gone without a proper bath, and she really wanted to at least run cleaner water through her hair, but also over her neck, chest, and face. She did not want to be dirty, even if she was currently living far less fortunately than she did in the castle. She refused to look like a dirty faced peasant. She had pride, the pride of a royal, she did not want to keep the hygiene of the poor folk. She blamed half of their illness on the nastiness of their bodies, and half on the will of Leirina.