The majestic queen remains, her pleasure like a whistling wind in her beak, and Kaj so desperately wants to show her the respect he feels for her. But he can scarcely tear his eyes from the egg he has his feathers curled around, feeling as if the entire world has dropped away from his hooves, leaving him suspended in the gathering storm. Their souls are not connected, not yet. But the creature in this egg, this surfer of storms, has already claimed his heart entirely. The devotion he feels for the heart beating beneath the shell's tough surface transcends any love he has felt before. And he desires to badly to meet the little one beneath its confines. Kaj wants to know its personality, its likes and dislikes, its quirks and habits. He aches to meet his new soul-bonded lifemate, can scarcely believe this is happening in the present moment. 

When she speaks, he lifts his face to her, and is so deeply sympathetic of her low grasp on the Helovian language - something he had struggled with when he had first arrived - that he cannot help but level an emotional smile towards her. He understands. "Thank you. I will tell them of you, who brought us together. We will make you proud." That she will be a quiet guardian over the pair of them is more than Kaj could have ever dared to ask or hoped to receive. He will not fail her. He would care for the wakiya as devotedly as he cares for Aleta, and would shield her from any and all misfortune in his power. It was a terrifying thing, caring for something so fragile, that would grow to become powerful only if he could keep it safe and loved. He had felt the same when he'd realized Sohalia was with foal, afraid to fail his unborn daughter. But if he could do it once, he could surely do it again. They would work together, as a team. 

He does not want her to depart, if only because he feels like he belongs when he is in her presence, but he understands why she must leave. But she is not wrong, he does have a question. Only one, but a deeply important question nonetheless. "Am I worthy of them?" And it is almost pitifully quiet, but his cornflower eyes fall back to the egg, needing the answer as badly as he needs his next breath. What had drawn the majestic storm queen to him? What had she seen in him that had led to her gifting him with something so profoundly valuable and important?