<div align="center"><strong><em>~Zalania, entering Aserit with Henrik~</em></strong></div><br/>As Henrik spoke to her, hands lifted to slip the cowl of her long cloak from her head, shaking out the  tousled tresses of white that was her mane of hair, a slender brow lofting at the question posed to her. Ice blue eyes shifted towards her Prince and she spoke, her timbre a low sultry purr.<br/><br/>“ But of course my Prince. It matters not if we are to be on the move again right away. As long as Bad Horse can be taken care of first, fed and washed down, I can be ready as soon as needed.” Indeed, Zalania was aware that for the most part Henrik not only allowed the Ravens, or anyone in his entourage for that matter to call him by name, she simply refused. Not only was he Prince, but he was HER Prince.<br/><br/>Even as she answered his question, an excited shriek carried through the air, and her attention eased to the delighted arrival of Henrik's small sister, the Princess Lenally, and she pulled Bad Horse back again to be slightly behind Henrik, allowing him this time with his happy sibling. The girl was a delight really, and she looked fondly upon the youngster, but her job was not the Princess. She would remain silent and simply wait, knowing he would soon enough move off to do his own thing to ready for the trip to Theiri, something that had managed to intrigue her greatly. She would only move from his side to ready herself and Bad Horse when she knew he was in the good hands of someone she trusted.