Please don't. [Please never bow to him. While he's gotten used to it by now, he still bristles a little every time someone does. That, and-] Would rather not have to pick you up from kissing the dirt.

[It's a very flat joke, but all the same... he's serious about it, too. He watches her, listening until she's finished.]

Former fugitive warrior framed for regicide and a fugitive monarch of a fallen kingdom... [A sardonic chuckle escapes him.] What a pair we make.

[He regards her for a moment, before his eyes fall to the shield she traces the broken edges of.]

...My dad had a saying he loved to say whenever the council urged decisive action towards others, enemy, Lucian, or refugee: "An act of grace can save the human race." He wasn't wrong, but... pretty sure it applies to more than just humans.

[He moves to rest a hand on her shoulder.]

So whatever you've done since then to pay it forward, you've probably already done it in spades.