[He is surprised when she touches his hands. It’s sudden, and the way she takes them, she’s like a supplicant. Not something he would have expected when he’s the one begging aid from a queen.

Her hands are small, and softer than his, for all that they are a little rough.]

I’ve just spent near on a fortnight with reins in my hands. Too hot here for my gloves.

But you’re right: I don’t shy from hard work. I’ll come with you. The only other thing there is for me to do here now is sit about this palace, and… [A pause; how to put this?] That isn’t my way.