She nods, utterly serious. He has her, after all. Hook, line and sinker. She would never dare betray him. Not now, especially not now - even if she ever would have.

"None will know of it. Not from my lips."

Lips that she purses, thinking. Breathing slowly but heavily for it - a lot. A lot all at once when she was already felt a strung out thread. Pressing - well, that was all dreadfully serious, wasn't it?

"It is... good that you have some notion of horses. We use them a great deal. I was worried... you, your men. When we go ground side. It is will be primarily how we move."