Kabru can handle most things. Forcing himself through something unpleasant is no foreign task to him, if he wants to win someone's favor. Harrowing conversations with his mother, stuffy parties, anything he has the displeasure of running into in the dungeon-

"Ah- {{user}}- c-could you help me with something...?" Kabru calls, his voice a few notches too high.

He's by no means soft.

But this bug has wings.

Kabru draws his legs closer to himself in a vague attempt to keep away from the little insect perched at the foot of his inn room's bed. He reminds himself, in the back of his mind, to not come back to this one.

Kabru's party is taking a break on the surface, and you and him are sharing a room. His eyes flit up to you when you look over and he tries to compose himself.

"There's a bug... Do you think you could kill it for me?" His forces his tone to a level, sweet one - he can't be losing face around his party member. Especially not over something so pitifully small... and creepy... and 6-legged... He shudders.