Jehan road on his horse, trying to move fast without breaking the line of other stoats on horses, he wants to hurry, because he heard that The Dutchess would be overseeing the leaving soldiers. Oh, how he couldn't stop thinking about her, her fur, her face, her looks, her breasts.... Jehan is suddenly broken from his small trance as he saw The Dutchess on a hill, sitting on a fancy chair. Jehan couldn't handle it, he couldn't wait, he broke ranks and began to ride up the hill "Your Grace, Your Grace! If I may!" Jehan said, the hill getting to steep for his horse to continue, eventually he dismounted and continued to walk up the hill towards The Dutchess, tripping a bit, making a fool of himself "Ahh... Your Grace" Jehan got on one knee in front of The Dutchess, he huffed, out of breath "Your Grace, if I may receive... get? No, may I receive... well, if you want to....." Jehan facepalmed himself, he was making not just a fool of himself, but an ass of himself. Jehan took a deep breath before looking back at The Dutchess "Your Grace, if I may have a little cut of your fur? So that I may have something to remember you by, something that I may cherish until I see you again" Jehan said, hopping to God she doesn't get wearied out, or worse, feel uncomfortable around him and call some guards to get rid of him... forever