Their's just the faintest twitching of his lips, the absolute thinnest of a smile on his face, as his little sister goes on about the scuffle; and with the crude language he'd expect from people like Sir Grim and Dame Averille. He almost laugh. Of course, it's no surprise they've ended up the way they are; both their mother and father were powerful warriors, so it stands to reason they would be, too. And Henrik's inherited his father's skill with tactics.<br/><br/>"Perhaps one of these days, sister, I'll find a way to bring you along. But at first, you will have to restrain yourself and work in an auxiliary role. The battlefield is far, far different from the training grounds." And this was mostly how Henrik showed his familial love; caring about her safety.<br/><br/>A mere second after finishing saying that, a thought flits across his mind, and he believes he figures out a way to make life a bit less complicated for his mother, who was undoubtedly unthrilled with Lenally's actions. "But only if you wear a dress. Just for<em>one</em>day. Just for the first day we go to Theiri, so they will be able to recognize you as a member of our family." He knew she would not be fond of the idea of wearing a dress, but hoped that she might grow to like them, at least off the battlefield where she will inevitably find herself when she is older. Besides, it would only be for the one day.<br/><br/>"And I will talk to our mother, and see if I can allow you to wear your regular clothes the rest of our stay. How does that sound?" He continued; diplomacy may very well be one of his skills, too. He tried to find a solution that would make everyone involved happy.