[ Thank the Maker. Still, she nearly doesn't mask her surprise as Alistair speaks up on their behalf. It's too easy to slip back into the mindset of how things were back when they had first met, where she might have expected the senior Warden to cede taking the initiative to her.

Interesting. The tiniest playful smile quirks at her lips as she imagines if that change has translated elsewhere. ]

Of course. [ She stands with an almost solemn, apologetic air, laying a hand on her chest as she inclines her head to the Bann. ] Bann Sighard, you understand, don't you?

[ The man himself, stunned into a perplexed silence, seemed to remember himself at her words, leaning forward in his seat. ]

"Oh - yes, but, you needn't tend the horses! Maker knows we have people for that, and - "

[ In response, Robyn's eyes widen in faux-remembrance and concern, and she makes a show of turning to Alistair for a moment before returning her gaze to their host. ]

You don't know? Our deepest apologies, my lord - the horses of our order are a special breed, and their care is quite particular. It really would be best if we reviewed their health ourselves. If they catch a chill, they're liable to catch [ uhhhHHHH ] ...Winter's Lampost...Syndrome, and it can be terribly deadly.