Lelinus smiled at Evangelina's greeting, giving her a nod as he began to strap his bow on his back. He waved her apology away, "You do not need to stand on formality with me when we're alone like this. There's no point in a performance if there is no audience, is there Beorn?"
"Indeed, my prince," Beorn replied before blinking at her statement, "He's accepted you already? I hope he hasn't been too difficult. His Grace can be...."
"He can be a cunt," Lelinus stated blulntly and the monk couldn't help but laugh.
"I was going to say difficult. I can show you to the kitchens. They would have already begun to make food for the day," Beorn told her with a kind smile, "If you would permit it, Lelinus."
"Of course, I wouldn't want to keep you away," the prince said, his tone faintly teasing. Beorn suppressed the urge to glare at his friend. He was too perceptive at times.