"Thank you, Zalania. And of course." He gave a nod of his head, a grimace slowly spreading across his face as he hears his sister. It's not that he doesn't love her, in a brotherly way; but it was actually just a bit on the embarrassing side of things.<br/><br/>With a light laugh that might seem forced, as she drew near, he'd  shift in his position so that he was riding with his legs dangling off on one side; he's side ways now. Reaching down from his horse with one arm, he'd hoist his sister up; she was light, and while he didn't look it, he was possessed of a wiry strength; he didn't have large muscles, he had efficient ones. Deceptive ones, which were quite befitting really.<br/><br/>He would settle his sister on his lap, so that she could ride along with him, rather than risk her being on the ground; it also allowed him to give her an affectionate hug, under the pretenses of ensuring she wasn't going to slip off accidentally. "Hello, Lenally." As was his usual, their's not much emotion coming from Henrik, though his sister, by now, has probably figured out how to pick up on those subtle cues he gives off.<br/><br/>"Their will be time for war stories later, sister,"  He'd continue "Tell me, how goes your studies and training?"