Ok, alright. He wasn’t firing her. That was something and he was being reasonable about getting them moving. She would take it. The stood for a moment and considered the Road to Avantshire and its more than likely dangers. They’d been out of the city for just a few hours and they’d been ambushed. The paths really were their best option. The King’s road, likely fraught with dangers was mostly straight, but not exactly straight. It took a turn or two to swing by small villages that dotted the woods. That meant in theory, if they navigated the paths with care and pushed themselves they might not be all that much later. Might. Lots of ifs and unknowns. She didn’t know the condition of the paths, she didn’t know her employer’s endurance or tolerance for discomfort. Did his need outweigh that? 

Well she was willing to give it a go.

The clapped him once on the shoulder and nodded, a grim smile on her face.

“I swear to you,” she said on impulse, “That I will do everything in my power to get you there on time, detour or not.”

So saying she made a quick circuit around both horses, checking their tack, their hooves and their state of being. Satisfied there was nothing to be adjusted or watched she nodded and climbed onto Honey. She looked back at her employer and took in his state. He looked flustered but grimly determined. She could work with that. So far he’d proven to be a good more durable and flexible than she would have given him credit for. She’d had a few clients now and again whom she’d had to endure histrionics and vapors when things went awry, or just because. She winced at the nightmare those trips had been. It was no wonder she preferred mercenary work as part of a group, there was some relief to be a face in a crowd not to mention there was something to losing oneself to battle en masse rather than knife fights in the dark. 

She was rambling and what’s more she was wasting daylight. She waited for him to settle himself and then with an eye to reach Avantshire in as little time as possible given their route, she turned Honey towards the most likely of routes and plunged in trusting he would follow.