Naiobe glances at Owen, noting the way that he can't seem to take his eyes off of the mare. She speaks softly to the mare, "Fetch the horses." and then she reaches to brush Owen's hand again. "She doesn't think it's anything to be ashamed of," Naiobe murmurs. "In this place, it really isn't anything to be ashamed of." She squeezes his fingers gently, then mounts her own steed when it's brought around.<br/><br/>The way Owen has been docile, with wandering eyes, it's a wonder Brom even feels like it'll be a challenge at all. Maybe he hasn't been paying too much attention to Owen? Then again, assuming that Brom has missed anything around the castle is to assume that the sun doesn't rise in the east. Naiobe resolves to be careful with the would-be knight, and guide him deliberately. She waits patiently for Owen to climb into his own saddle, then sets out for a remote part of the grounds. It'll be good to get him alone, where he can't easily run away.