Bright, heartfelt laughter rung out as Rosemary returned Aorle's own advice back to him. Ironic. Delightful. Most importantly she was right. That brought him new cheer. When her hand lay on his arm, he patted the back of the hand briefly in appreciation and nodded in respect.
Mild effort was made to return to a serious demeanor, although he could not quite suppress a grin. "My thanks, Rosemary, I am grateful." Part of him wondered if this matter was different when dealing with an Oath before Heaven, although here he remembered the teaching of Nobility - that although ideals may remain unreached, the act of striving for them greatens the spirit, growing the character from dust towards Heaven. She was right. "Aye, hard, yet important."
Before addressing anything else, he wished to leave one matter clear. "Before her leaving..." Her a cautious reference to Mavelle, not wishing to overuse her name with such a sensitive subject, "...'twas agreed not to proceed with a courtship." Wide shoulders shrugged, apparently he felt no need to explain further. As Sir Aorle saw the matter, there were two main reasons against the courtship: that Mavelle was not ready for life with a feudal Temple Knight, and that Aorle was not able for a life as anything else.
Another smile. "I barely know my family. Training for knighthood begins near age seven, and we are sent away to the ruling household to train. I only saw my father once since then, which was when he sent me into exile for being an embarrassment to him." Spoken casually, without anger or shame. "My fatherland is much different to this. I have never set foot in a city before, these are strange places for me, with strange ways. I know estates, I know fealty. I know leading a retinue of warriors into a district to destroy a crime gang is not the ways of city folk." Part of Aorle could not help but be amused by that. Direct action had accomplished much, and in his mind was long overdue... and yet never failed to surprise the locals. "I try to use what I know as best I can here, although I am always on unfamiliar ground." Finally a small gesture indicated the compound. "What we do here is basically serfdom." A term which meant no evil to Aorle, the same as democracy alone meant no good. Where he saw true evil was in corruption, and the shantytown had shown to him that corrupt 'freedom' did just as much harm as corrupt feudal lords.
"I have no regrets of being sent here. I have made fine friends, achieved my knighthood, fought evils in need of fighting, and done at least some good in these parts." Perhaps he would do good anywhere, but perhaps did not change what good he had done here, and rather than speculate Sir Aorle was inclined to be thankful for that.
Beginning to move again, he now came to a decision. "Will you walk with me? I mean to set minds at ease." This could be done immediately, if not with the other minds then with his own, and delaying needed action was never easy for the Sword of Heaven. So he returned to the gathering who were working on embroidery, and began a step towards humility.
"Greetings m'ladies. My apologies for seeming harsh with you before, or dismissive. I do not wish to disregard all you have suffered." Since most of them were sat down on the grass, he sat down also, cross-legged, so to not be an imposing figure by towering above. "I do not wish to dwell on dark subjects, although please, allow me to say this. For a long time, each of you has been judged, by wicked men, using a wicked standard. That standard was how they could profit or pleasure from your misery. By what I have heard, for some, this has gone on so long that you begin to accept their judgement, having known nothing else to be judged by for so long." He shook his head meaningfully. "Know this. Each among you has shown great strength to survive all you have endured and with your kindness for each other intact." Here he touched his fist over his heart in salute and bowed his head, holding the bow for several long seconds.
"So if I may ask anything of you, I ask this: hold on to your dreams. We all have dreams, they are great things. My dream? A world where none suffer as you did. Such a world may never come to pass. Even then, none of my efforts are wasted. Because safety and shelter are yours for those efforts. This alone is worth fighting for. How did we all do this? My armsmen stood ready to fight against cruelty, and you were brave enough to find your way here, to bring friends with you, and to support each other through dark times for so long."
"So ladies, those of you who wish to speak of your dreams, I will gladly hear them."