Enki looked up from where he'd been staring at the floor and shrugged, chin still rested in his hands.

'Course I can. If I survive the sickness that comes to the kirin as a hint the king ain't doing his job, first. And most kings when it comes to that point are too far gone to care about their kirin. Or their people," Enki grimaced and considered that Kei was only just getting on its feet, and Tai... Well, Gyousou seemed capable enough, he supposed. But a general for a king? Enki wasn't sure how well that would work out.

"The sickness only goes away if the king dies or shapes up."