Ankari fails to get to his feet at first attempt, needing to slump back down and pant, pull his bloom back into place. Only then can he manage to get up again, though he still needs to lean heavily upon his walking cane. The monster that burns upon his tongue and overtook his eye will not take the rest of him, not today.

"That's right," Ankari agrees, finding accord with the wolf on that one thing. Proclaiming himself enemy to the worg here and now is only foolish. While he should not make this offer, should simply warn all he comes across of the newest beast in their midst, there is selfishness in Ankari. His new life... he has been maintaining it by keeping certain facts of himself only known to select company. Having Khoriya loose lipped over matters of home would not do.

"We are of no royal provenance here. Call me not prince and I'll call you not conqueror. Such arrogant titles could draw the ire of the Duchess here... which I assure you is not worth the hassle."