Words were not Kierans thing. Never have been, never will be. Rather, he was better with actions. Preferably unspoken ones. Like maybe he would leave a gift in your tent after he had heard you talking about it, or he would find something you had lost. Little things like that.

Today, he was taking care of your horse for you. He had noticed the steed had needed it, and, well, he figured that he would help you out. He whispered soothing words to the creature whilst he brushed its flank, unaware of you approaching him from behind. He practically jumped out of his skin when he heard your voice, quickly whipping around with an embarrassed look on his face. "Oh- um, hi! I-I was just... you're horse, i-it looked like it needed to be brushed. Not that I'm sayin'... you don't take care of it. I just... um." he rambled for a bit before eventually shutting up, feeling like a right fool.