“I’m sure the captain will make you her first priority when she can break away. Our Dame Martina is rather…elated to have been invited.” He says,  thanking Mayon that the ‘cracking tits’ comment, true as it was, had seemingly had not been heard by the princess. “And you needn’t thank me. That is just the nature of the job ma’a-er…your highness.” He says, catching a momentary slip in etiquette. 

“Sirs Delacoix, Athlemund, and Yevan are more deserving of the praise. They did fine work in leading the assault. …and the captain of course, she…” He thinks for a moment. Giving his honest opinion would likely sour the young woman’s mood, or worse, cause her doubt her intervention on the part of the people. “She was very selfless during her first outing. There are few who’d so readily charge an ambush to protect their men as her.” He says, deciding to sell the captains intent. “Though, I am surprised. I wasn’t aware that the order had come from the crown. As someone who lost his home to such an attack, the gratitude of the towns you saved is more than I could express.” 

There is a pause as he thinks of what to say next, regretting bringing that last part up. “Well, all that said...” he begins, as the captains muttered pleas for Martina to behave herself reached his ears, “ you are certainly living up to your reputation your highness.  Thaln could not ask for a more lovely or thoughtful heir. Can’t help but imagine you’ll be the envy of every young noble girl in Aimlenn.” He says, hoping that the compliment did not come off as crude.