"He... means well." A pause, and then Naomi's expression soured, as if she'd just remembered something extremely unpleasant. Given the fact that she'd been placed under the man's tutelage for a good many years, the guess wasn't far off. "... I think."

She just had to remember that she'd lived a semi-normal life because of him. She could overlook the figurine he'd had made of her, and the wedding plans she'd once caught him poring through when she was only fourteen, and the... extremely skimpy summer uniform... okay, this wasn't working.

"I probably haven't helped matters any," she chose to add, moving towards the abandoned campsite to investigate it. "Maybe this will make him think twice about his future bride, at least."