Miles can't help but be a bit delighted at their reactions to Taura. (And guilty in the same moment; he can see Taura folding her arms over her chest, determined to make the best of it but clearly not enjoying their stares.) Later he'll make it up to her in their quarters, absolutely. But for now he's quite grateful for the advantage her presence provides. If there was any chance this little group was intending an assassination attempt, the implied promise of Taura will be enough to make them think twice...

He bows lightly as she introduces her guards, noting all of their names. And then - oh. A child. Far from being annoyed or distressed (although Bel looks distinctly unhappy), Miles' eyes brighten with delight. The one constant of the universe is that Miles is terribly baby mad at all times. God, what he wouldn't give to get married and have a few of his own ... but that's well beyond anything happening here. He stands at that, coming to stand a little closer to Damodar. He's taller than the boy, but not by nearly as much as most adults would be. "Hello," he says. "You must be very brave to travel with your mother like this."