Strel was not a father figure, in the least. He was not ready for kids or to take care of them, old as he was. There was a commitment required for them that he did not have just yet, and this girl was just that, a kid, and he could not be held responsible for another life. Strel was could not protect a child if anything happened. So, he was very glad that the King offered to take the girl. He felt ashamed that he did not step up and offer himself as a host, but he hoped it would not besmirch his image in the King's eyes.
The redhead sent Vigilante a thankful glance, as well as an apologetic one. "M'lord, I should go, since I'm in the middle of a patrol." Lavender eyes went to the child, who seemed beyond exhausted. "I wish I could help more with the young one, but I fear I am ill equipped for such a job." He rubbed at the back of his neck, watching Vigilante. "But since I did find her, I'm up for helping you out with her, if the need arises." His gaze shifted to Ever once more, as he leaned over to be on a closer level to her. "Welcome to Cour des Miracles, Ever." Strel moved to return to his previous path and away from the King and the new member.
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