Naiobe follows Owen's gaze across the courtyard toward the stablekeeper. She watches for a few moments, then looks again at the handsome soldier. Studying his face, she purses her lips. With a furtive glance toward the castle and then toward the stable, Naiobe murmurs, "It's not really safe to talk here." She takes his hand and guides him gently toward the stable. "Come, let's take a ride and talk. I know of a place that's more private."<br/><br/>She pauses by the entrance to the stable and looks at Owen, curious to know if he would follow. If not, she'll find another way to get him alone and chatting with her.