Instinctively, Harry glanced at the horse by his side. His expression open and bordering on surprised, almost having forgotten about time and space in the presence of the prince.<br/>"Yes, your Highness," he said once his eyes once again found Draco. His smile relaxed, and so did his grip around the reigns; he allowed the leather to slip between his fingers, only catching it at the very end, fingers catching on the loop.<br/>"He has rested after the journey here," Harry said with the soft contractions of the Latin language, referring to his horse yet not thinking about specifying it. Harry didn't want it to appear as if he had been forced indoors, though it had started to feel like that within only a few days. "Bartholomew has kindly offered to show me the city."<br/>By his side, the horse shifted, though Harry made no attempt to restrain it; as the stallion stepped further away from Harry, Harry's arm thoughtless stretched out to accommodate it. Harry's eyes had not left the prince, and, likewise, his smile had remained. "Are you just returning?"