Friend-of-Children Claire had stood up from his comfortable seat in the grass and was walking towards the commotion when Cecilia's pegasus had ran past him while carrying her. He restrained himself from instinctively holding his arms out to prepare for an emergency princess-carry, as the Lady of the manor was indeed paying attention and acting like a true leader. Though, Claire still felt riding out past the guards, pulling out her gats and telling the cavalie--Oh, he's thinking too much about it.<br/><br/>In any case, Cuddles put an understanding, black clawed hand on Ysena's shoulder and used his other hand to wave at the village chief, just like a Saturday morning cartoon character. Also, just like a Saturday morning cartoon character, he squatted to wave his hand again, this time at the eye-level of curious children who had stayed behind their mother's skirts and their father's legs. It's rather fortunate that the knight remained silent, as Claire's helmet would have converted his joyous greeting into a Godless, Satanic ritual chant. Or the sound of a dying human being full of regrets.<br/><br/>Hopefully she'll calm down. Though, he was beginning to wonder where their mage went.