Len smiled, happy that she was catching on to who he really was. "I came simply because I could." He bowed to her once more, kissing her hand softly. "Because the Princess needed a gardener to prune the dead parts away." He took his leave, limping towards a seat, feeling the blisters burst and rub painfully against the shoe fabric. He hoped that she wouldn't be offended, but it was unbearable to stand any longer. Even if he had to be punished, he would take it from her. Right now, he needed to rest.