"It'll be fine, Lenally. Just ignore it." He tried to assure her, though he knew it was cold comfort at best. More forced than anything, really, though it didn't seem it, do to how unreadable he was.<br/><br/>He would get out of the wagon, glad for the opportunity to stretch his legs. A hand remains by his sword out of habit more than anything else.  Theiri wasn't a threat here; the gypsies that were close by weren't, either. But, small as it was, their was always the chance that disenfranchised knights from conquered territories could be plotting something. Or a dozen other threats out there, ranging from the absurd to the probable.<br/><br/>He would move with lenally off to the side, beckoning for Zalania to come, even though he knew she'd be there as soon as she could. She was practically his shadow when they weren't within the safe confines of the main castle, or the small fort that the Bloody Ravens operated out of.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the Honor Guards would pair off, and move around the area, checking out the surroundings. When they eventually get back, they discuss amongst themselves who would take what guard shifts. An important detail, but one Henrik trusted his men to be able to handle themselves.