You needn't feel so. A knight lives to protect. Regardless, I have made an oath to the Warrior of Light to protect her in her time of weakness as well. This is simply how we must survive for now.

[All very high minded. But for now, their task was very simple. He stalks towards the fishmonger looking very, very silly. He gestures subtly with one hand to Alphinaud to stop and look. Their furry bastard of a culprit had his head in a crate, thankfully still unnoticed by the fishmonger. He sighs, realizing what he must do. He unclasps his cowl, utterly destroying the sliver of modesty he had. He throws his cape over Lord Byron, scrambling to cinch the cape into a bag.]

Grab the other corner! Quickly!