The young man was watching the king from a distance, silent, but shaking. He had been assuring himself to walk towards him for minutes, but it didn't budge his will. He still stood there, hiding behind a tree. Eventually though, with enough self-encouragement, he trudged towards the king's back, stopping right behind him.
The young man shakily held out his hand for it to knock on his shell, and quickly retracted back once he had done so. "E-Excuse me," He learned his throat quickly. "I-I-I...--Are.... Are you okay...?"
"I-I," The young man pulls on his shirt collar nervously. "I... was j-just worried about you..."