<span style="font-style: italic">A sight for sore eyes.</span>He thought, and without a hint of sarcasm.<br/><br/>"Yes, I believe so. He was above deck at the helm just a few minutes ago." That's what actually passed through his lips. It was one of a bodyguard's job requirements to know things like where important people were or where to find them. If the captain wasn't there, then Brom would track him down in short order. They may have just docked at town but no sailor could outrun Brom Vivar on land. This was just one quality that made the Vivar's worth their price. "I imagine he'll be very honored."<br/><br/>He was smiling, though he wasn't totally conscious of it. An astute observer would know that he wore more warmth than normal when he looked on Niah, but it was like defining the different shades of purple or brown. This was grape purple, that was plum purple... It wasn't anything but a little wider smirk and straighter spine. The Holden's all got some extra respect.<br/><br/>Brom stepped to the side of the narrow hallway, gluing himself to one side admirably while somehow managing to not seem all that put off by it. As if he had just always been flat, and weren't you silly for only just now noticing. This was for Niah to pass him by and lead the way up to the deck. Most noblewomen would enjoy being led somewhere by their protectors, but he never thought Niah was like most noblewomen. She wanted to lead, and he didn't mind following. "Would you like me to get your bag?" He offered a hand.