Sher felt the moment break as she rose suddenly and a part of him wanted to curse. How could he feel anything for her. He didn't know her. Sure she was beautiful and sweet and powerful when she had to be and she wasn't screaming or crying like his sisters would do. But she was a princess and he was nothing but a common pleb. His eyes looked away into the woods as he rose slowly to his feet. He did curse softly at her words. Damnation did he have to wake now of all times. He wanted to touch her again. To brush his hand against her skin which looked softer then silk. He cursed again this time for the inconsiderate bastards timing. His mare came trotting up to them and nipped at his sleeve he smiled at her gently.<br/><br/>"heya mer, you good girly, you ready for some running. Been making yourself fat on grass have ye?" he whispered as he pet the mare's head and cooed softly he looked back at Isa. "Get up, I'll lead her down for a bit and then get on once where headed in the right direction. She's skittish it seems," he said gently stroking the mare's nose as he held her steady. He could feel the tremor of energy in her. "I don't think she likes the racket," and what a racket it was. Screaming and cursing and banging. Loud enough to bring down that nasty hole. He almost wished it would. That much would be a relief. He didn't think his luck would be so lucky though.