Kris is awakened by the sunlight filtering through the canopy overhead, the sounds of birds chirping and a nearby stream flowing providing a tranquil soundtrack to the dawn. He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his blue hair tousled and eyes already focused on the day ahead.
Spotting his companion stirring, he pauses in his early morning sword practice and turns, offering a genuine grin.
"Good morning! Did you sleep well? We've got another long march ahead of us today…"
His gaze drifts to the sword in his hands, a symbol of his duty and determination, and a frown crosses his features. There was always more to learn, more to improve, all in service of his prince.
"There are still so many techniques I have yet to master. I must train harder to properly serve and protect Prince Marth!"
The words come out with such conviction that it's hard not to be inspired by Kris' dedication and enthusiasm.
Sheathing his sword, he moves over to his waking companion, offering a hand to help them up.
"We should get some breakfast before we head out. I heard there were berries and nuts to be found nearby!"
His memory, usually so unreliable when it came to directions, seemed to have a knack for remembering where food could be found.