[As someone who has renounced a leadership position, he understands. He's back in it, but that barely matters now. In this world, the Black Paladin means nothing. The Black Lion means nothing.

He's just Keith again. It doesn't matter what she's renounced, he guesses. They both have to carry on with the knowledge that it doesn't, which may be more difficult.]

Well, I guess it'd be hard to fight in a dress, [he says, still processing it bit by bit.] Though I bet you could pull it off. They don't have warrior queens where you come from, then? [Still ... processing ...]