"I believe my friend is tracking it," he says, and it's as good an explanation as any. "I have failed in tracking my friend. You have my bow and my assistance, as best as I am able." He shifts. "Is there any in your party who would lend me their horse? You'll find few with my skill with bow and horse, and I fear for my friend's safety." 

He hadn't had experience with knightly combat, or wearing full plate, but he was light, nimble and accurate. He had long resigned himself to never matching even Robena's weakest mounted charges - he liked horses too much to risk hurting them like that.