Emris took in the bright red of the other's cheeks and his unamused expression. Which was understandable and he felt a little bad for laughing at him, "I'll admit, I didn't realize the extent of that dislike," he gave the man an apologetic smile, "I apologize."<br/><br/>Leaning against Yara's stall, he didn't bother to mention that the man didn't need to thank him, he'd have done it regardless of if the man had asked him to or not, "There really isn't any need to thank me, but you're welcome." Watching Bazel with the horses, Emris knew it would take some getting used to seeing the Prince so at home with looking after the animals considering what he knew and had been told of the nobility. The talking to them bit he didn't find odd at all. If anything he found it more odd to find people who didn't talk to their animals. Animals didn't judge you like people did, you could tell them things and not fear it spreading like wildfire to the next country over.<br/><br/>At the Prince's request to look after the dogs, Emris didn't have to consider his answer and he nodded, while he watched Bazel fiddling with the collar of his jacket; something that he'd noticed the man doing earlier. Nervous tick?<br/><br/>"I'll look after them," aside from hunting, he didn't really have anything else to do, and spending time with the castle's canines was much more appealing than wandering the halls and running the risk of happening on the witch.<br/><br/>"Apples are her favorite." Emris said as he fed the horse the carrot first, saving the apple for last, while he wondered he exactly he was supposed to do in his room for the rest of the day. Though he suppose he did need the time to try and wrap his mind around everything. Yara had finished her carrot by this point and she nuzled impatiently at Emris' hair. He pushed her head away with a chuckle, giving her the apple, "I think she's settling in just fine." It helped his anxiety some to know that she'd be fine, especially after her initial reaction to the castle. With a parting pet against the side of her neck, he stepped away.<br/><br/>Back in his room, alone, Emris perused the books on the shelf, wondering how bored he'd have to be before he relented to reading one of them. It didn't take long for him to quickly grow bored with it, which lead him to checking over his bow, it's familiar weight giving him a sense of calm that not many things could give.<br/><br/>Eventually he fell back on the bed his fingers running across the soft, smooth surface of the fabric. And as he lay there, it finally hit him that he was in a castle. The circumstances of him ending up here aside, he was in a gods' honest castle. It all felt like a dream and maybe if he pinched himself hard enough, he would wake up. But of course when he pinched himself nothing changed; he was still in the castle, the witch was still a threat, and the Prince still occupied his thoughts, the only difference now was that his arm ached with a dull pain from where he'd pinched.<br/><br/>With a sigh he rolled onto his side, his arm pillowing his head as he wondered what it was his family was doing now, knowing that with him gone, they'd be even more busy. Was his mother thinking that she'd been right about him leaving? Did she believe that he wouldn't come back? As he fell asleep, Emris realized that what he feared the most was dying and knowing that his family believed that he'd abandoned them.<br/><br/>Time passed strange when a person slept and when Emris finally opened his eyes, it was dark outside. Sitting up, he studied his surroundings with a growing frown. This wasn't home. Where wa– the events of the day suddenly came crashing back and he lay back down. Maybe he should try going back to sleep. The thought was a tempting one but he knew that once he was awake it was nearly impossible for him to fall asleep. Instead he just lay there, listening. The quiet eerie in it's silence.<br/><br/>It was that silence and hunger that finally prompted him to get up. It didn't take much for him to find a candle and a quick visit to the bathing chambers later, he braved the dark passages. Even with the candle, it was a completely different experience to his last three times and he realized how much the other man's presence had helped. He knew that it was a straight path to the Prince's study and yet it was the longest straight line he'd ever walked. And by the time he stumbled into the study, he was breathing as of he'd just run for his life and his hair clung to his face from the exertion. He couldn't do it again, he just couldn't. The very thought of having to go back in there again, left him feeling sick and collapsed into the chair from earlier, his hands balled into fists to try and stop them trembling so badly.  It took a moment before he remembered his manners and he looked over the other man, clearing his throat before saying, "I apologize if I disturbed you,"