What had the witch done, turned all of the castle's occupants to lifeless shells? Emris wanted to ask for details but he bit his tongue, knowing that he'd see for himself soon enough. Instead he listened in silence as Bazel explained his plan. Giving Lori a gentle nudge to follow after the prince as he turned off the main road, thinking that it was probably for the best. He didn't know how he would be able to explain away traveling with a noble without raising suspicion.<br/><br/>"You make it sound so simple," he said once Bazel had fallen silent. Was there such a thing as too easy? Because that's what he feared the prince's plan would turn out to be. So many things could go wrong...were most likely going to go wrong. No, best not to think about the bad yet. Come what may, they would figure it out.<br/><br/>Emris' eyes were drawn to the prince as the man tucked away a stray lock of hair. He wanted to reach out and touch; to know if it felt as soft as it looked, to watch the golden tresses slip through his fingers like pure unfiltered rays of sunlight. He shook his head, turning his attention to the road. Treacherous thoughts...though it wasn't his fault that the prince looked to have been plucked right out of one of the stories his mother would tell when he was growing up and still easily excited by dragons and knights and castles.<br/><br/>He was content to ride on in silence, seeing no need for idle conversation, but the constant glances from the prince had him just barely managing to not shift in discomfort every time he felt that green gaze on him, "You're staring," he said casting a wary glance in Bazel's direction.