Owen follows suit after insuring that Naiobe doesn't need any help in mounting her steed.  When she comments about the mare, he chews his lip a little.  "No, I suppose it isn't," he agrees.  And isn't that the problem, that such things are commonplace here?  How can a man not let his gaze roam such a pretty sight, but it feels wrong and even more so when he knows that at that exact point in time the woman he loves is...  He stops himself, unwilling to finish the thought.  Naiobe seems intent on taking them well away from the main part of Ravenroost.<br/><br/>His own thoughts are dark and dangerous pit, threatening to drag him back to Felicity and the sick games Brom is playing with her.  Things he is making no effort to stop.  The powerlessness do anything but wait threatens to overwhelm and with it lurks the rage.  The errant looks over, shaking off his thoughts and focusing on Niaobe.  Is this some subtle offer to help or some game of her own?  She may only be Brom's half sister, but the blood they share is comes from Baron Percivan.<br/><br/>He's not sure where she's taking him in a real since either, but they're away from ears and eyes now and so he breaks the silence.  "What is it you wish to speak of?" he asks her.