Butaj didn't know until know, but on some level he has always sensed the connection in his own way, caring deeply for the well-being of Princess Kitaku. Her words, however, change a bit. As their gazes connect his turns fond, and approaches her in quick steps, his topshur in hand, then kneels right beside her and leans over to take in the scent of her hair with his nose, his lips brushing on her forehead ever so gently.
"The only special place in your yurt is by your side, my princess." And he sits close by, laying the head of the topshur in her hand and the box on his lap. Simultaneously he tosses the other rim of the fur she has given him onto her shoulders so it covers them both now. "What shall we play?" He asks quietly, looking at her with big, almond eyes that radiate warmth.