Glaran's arm shot out to steady Liz, but he forced himself to let it drop before he touched her, seeing as she did a fine enough job of catching herself. "Keep your mind to what you do," he commented, "it leaves less room for error." The words hadn't left his mouth before Glaran realized how the advice -it was good advice, no matter how gruffly presented- applied to the situation. He had been watching the princess more than their surroundings. Muttering a curse, he noticed that they were only hours away from their destination, having made excellent time despite the interruption and the girl's apparent pain. "We're almost there," he informed her. While they were ahead of schedule, he did not suggest another rest to ease her feet though, respecting her wish to go on without complaint.