[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.
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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.