"Please don't apologize," he murmured, reaching to try and take her hand, without thinking. It was a gesture of comfort, though a moment after he had done so, he caught himself and averted his eyes, a flush touching his cheeks as he quickly released her hand, clearing his throat and looking away again. "You've had much going on, I do not blame you. I'm happy I could lend an ear, for whatever it is worth." There was that sense of uselessness rearing its ugly head in Kozu again.
He rubbed at the back of his neck as he nodded. "I am organizing a display for the festival, yes. There are some others in to help with it all, but yes, training the students in it has been left to me. I hope it will be a good display." He was rather sure he could put the thing together technically, he was hoping the choreographers would make it visually appealing. Unlike the other three schools, the students of the Sword and Fan did not have fancy bending abilities to liven the performances up with. He had plans to keep this years show interesting, however. Hopefully no one lost a limb in the process.
He shifted his weight rather stiffly forward and stood, feeling somewhat uneasy suddenly. He decided to channel his unease into a handstand, he bending at the waist and raising easily onto his palms. He balanced himself with a few slow breaths, walking a few paces on his palms now. It was perhaps not the most polite thing, but it at least put a little space between himself and the princess, and gave him something to do with himself.