Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
Squeeze. "I thought I was doing a reasonably good job of not checking you out or sighing conspicuously. I was not aware just how many tells there were to watch out for."
My decision to start a relationship with someone who wouldn't have had any practice at concealing one. You also don't need to look protective at me. My father doesn't really hurt my feelings. We just grate at each other like sandpaper if there's not a common cause in between us as a protective layer.
I think you may be overestimating your share of responsibility in the existence of the relationship.
When I had interacted with you enough to conclude that I desperately desired you I could have offered you one of my brothers as a go-between and translator and offered you a place to live not in the palace and then avoided you entirely and been very demanding of Findekáno for a few years. It would have worked fine.
I would have been all 'wait, what, why am I moving, what happened, is there some reason we suddenly cannot communicate in person'.