In contrast to Erick’s expectations the Princess Jinayah returned an artful courtesy; she’d been aware of his approach - her armoured display at breakfast hadn’t been entirely for show it seemed, and he considered too that perhaps she was quite attune to the subtle alerts from her horse. Blossom was robust and of a steady temperament, and not unlike the kinds of war-horses in stature that Jörda employed to pull wagons and weapons, or as charge horses that crashed through tough enemy formations. Given Jinayah’s attire and absence of stable hands, the prince could assume that she was an experienced equestrian - this was not unusual of women in Jörda but in this place, he’d held some notions that the Princesses would be far more in need of his gentle assistance.

The conversation between the Princess and her horse elicited a grin from the Jörda prince, he folded his arms as he observed the communication between them and failed to entirely conceal his slight discomfort when Jinayah shot him a sharp gaze, all of sudden inspecting him. “Yes I feel well” he croaked and cleared his throat, “thank you Princess” he reaffirmed more deeply, he was keen to change the subject.. “I shall prepare Sinir, your horse may rest this morning, you will ride with me” his thick accent cloaked the sentiment of the statement and it wasn’t clear if it was a command, a suggestion or a question - perhaps a small fraction of panic prompted a clumsy attempt to re-establish whatever he supposed his position ought to be.