Harry nodded at that, finding that the King's worries were justified. Unqualified to say whether or not the precautions were necessary, however, Harry couldn't say. The streets had seemed peaceful as they passed through them, but Harry knew better than to expect this to be the case always. Thoughtlessly, his eyes had drifted forward; the silhouette of who Harry assumed was the preach, had emerged from the Cathedral doors, waiting for their arrival.<br/>"If you don't mind, Your Highness," he instead started, eyes once again darting back towards the prince. There was an almost boyish urgency to is voice, as if wanting to speak his mind before they were in the company of the priest. His smile was wide and interested, more interested to see the prince during mass than seeing the empty shell itself. "I would like to accompany you for mass - whether it be here or at the Chapel."