Also she had stopped calling him master and seemed more relaxed in his presence. If you could call her cold, indifferent visage relaxed. He didn’t complain; it certainly made him feel less like a creep. In any case, he did promise he’d protect her, and if she was feeling uncomfortable in Skymount, he might as well take her with him. She hadn’t been terribly specific about why she felt she was being followed, but he figured she was just getting jumpy in her idleness. He’d address the issue when they got back. “What is it, Crimson?” he asked. Joachim rolled his eyes at the pony and walked over to talk to Silvertalon.