[ Her gaze finally starts to soften upon seeing him rein himself in. He's trying. She wishes everyone else could see it. She wishes everyone else could see the little steps he takes, how he does want to be better despite the trials of the path. ]

Couldn't hurt to show him a little more of your grace. Benefit of doubt, you know? Not assuming the worst because you don't like how he said something?

[ Not that she can really talk in that regard. She's flown off the handle for someone twitching their nose at her in a way she didn't like. But, that's part of her point nonetheless. He's the King of the Titans. He's supposed to be Earth's protector, someone whose scope is supposed to be far wider than that of anyone else.

Kaede slides her left hand toward him where it rests on the table. With his fingers closed toward his palm, she can't get a good grip of his fingers but tries regardless. Her index and middle slide over his knuckles, her thumb slides into the gap between his thumb and the rest of his hand, her ring finger between his own and the pinky, and her smallest finger curls around his the best it can. It's a little awkward looking with how much bigger his hand is than hers, but the touch is all that matters. The contact. ]

Isn't that how a king is supposed to do things?