Oyun would not have thought poor of him for refusing. It is only time that has distanced them, made foreign what once was easy, his heart is still gentle all the same. She understands the purpose of delicate tendencies but it is not stayed hands Alukhai needs.

His acceptance, although not so bluntly stated, is not surprising either. Too long have their people warred amongst one another; their teeth are to be angled to a common enemy now.

Quietly, she mills over this. Khatar's reason brings with it benefit. She sees no reason to appeal to the palates of han or other alike but no child should fall for the doing of their elders, too many young of theirs have been lost so. Alliance sours her a little more.

Oyun's jaw tightens, voice lowers, "There's promise in that. With Tianlong's impending journey, it's certain some of their most loyal will be joining the caravan, which leaves some malleable or weary minds behind," she will amuse this. If he is to be kheshig then he must be given chance to prove himself. "We build alliance in the han king's absence; when time comes, they may leave us to our bidding... or turn fang to him as well." As they stand now, no number to theirs is to be dismissed. Even theoretically.

Khatun looks to Batu and she questions, "What say you of his approach? I don't mind it presently."