"I can imagine," Cecilia said with a nod, smiling prettily at him. She wasn't naive enough to believe that adventures were just like the stories and bards' tales. She perked up at the mention of him perhaps telling her some stories when they made camp. That sounded like a wonderful idea and she couldn't help but eager. "I would love that, Sten. Thank you." Her expression softened, appreciation showing in her eyes as she regarded. As much as she wanted to continue talking to him, the terrain didn't allow it and he had to fall back behind the carriage.<br/><br/>She then focused her attention on their surroundings, staring out the window in silence. Already, she missed the interaction she had been having with the knight. He was an interesting man, even if he seemed a little standoffish. But he was polite and attentive to her needs. She couldn't help but think that her father had chosen the right man for the job.<br/><br/>When he settled back beside the carriage, she returned her attention to him and tilted her head. "Sten, how many days will it take to reach the keep? My memory of the distance is foggy as I was just a small child when I last visited."