Tobo the calico balanced himself on the front of Brom's saddle in that impressive way that cats do. It made the swordsman a little jealous, all told, as  he thought about how nice it would be to have the balance and grace of a simple little cat... but it was a poor time for daydreams. Normally he'd sit there imagining it more indepth for an hour or so, maybe the whole day, and even bring it with him into the next time he trained. There wasn't so much time for training anymore, at some point 'training' time became 'working' time, but he still kept up with everything. Part of training was simply keeping the mind agile, too, which helped in times of stress. Fear was an enemy, even though it didn't always wield a sword.<br/><br/>Seeing Niah struggling with the knots made him swing off of his horse and come over to help. He didn't rush over, even though now was a time when rushing was very much needed. Instead he walked over calmly and determinedly and assessed the state she was in. This was all really getting to her and it couldn't be known whether it was sensing the Enemy of fearing for her family. Maybe a little of both. Whatever it was didn't matter, though. Brom stepped forward and placed a hand on her opposite shoulder from him, standing close at her side. It reminded him of when they were children a very long time ago.<br/><br/>"It's alright, Niah. It's okay." He murmured to her lowly, and placed his other hand on both of her own which were fiddling with the reins. Gently but strong, he picked them up and away. "Dry your eyes, you'll need to see clearly. I will handle this."<br/><br/>Brom looked at her and smiled, for if she should look back at him, and then looked down to the knotted reins. He tugged and pulled a little bit, but in her panic she had only pulled everything more tightly together. So, plan B sprung into action. Niah's bodyguard withdrew a knife from his belt, because what was a man without a knife, and neatly cut the reins close up to the knot. Holding the two cut ends, he then tied them back together again in a knot of his own and held them out for her to take.<br/><br/>"Here you go, m'lady." He smiled. "I'll follow you, right behind. Don't stop, no matter what happens. Just make it to the ship." Brom's smile was still there, but his eyes were harder. Serious. If she could sense anything in her intuition, past the seething fear of the Enemy, she'd know that he fully intended to do whatever was necessary to get her to safety. But, then, she should've known that anyway.