The Ren Knight turned and looked up from his place at an intersection leading around the temple. He supposed his thirst would have to wait as he looked upon the woman. Casual, he appreciated, as he stood in his own mock-attire. A good choice, though he did not perhaps register it by a means to be less than threatening.
Honestly, everyone here was threatening even if he just walked like a stone through the world. No one ever really, seriously asked how he was doing, how he felt. He hadn't been asked such a thing in a long, long time.
So facing Micha he gave a polite and respectful bow of his head recognizing her importance and leadership in the temple. Despite all of his power and status back home he was nothing more than a worm, here, and he knew that very well. One flicker of darkness in all this light stood no chance. And as his eyes found Micha's face again he looked solemn.