The only gaze that meets Myrine's in response has his usual calm back to it, the sweep of it that stares through her as though both she and her flash of anger hardly register to him. Or hardly mean anything.<br/><br/>When Sthenae speaks, he slides hand further along to put a gently reassuring squeeze on her shoulder, careful to keep his touch light over her soft skin.<br/><br/>"If needs be, put an actual caravan together in terms of goods to be sold on journey's end, but to me this seems the sort of expense an operation such as this should probably be ready for."