"Aye."

Gray eyes flick from where they're watching the mare to meet hers, in answer to the shortchanged question. "I can't say he treated either of us as gently as a host ought, but we managed to slip away under cover of darkness."

Now his eyes return to Lineave, and soften to see the mare tugging bits of hay from her feed.

"Marian opted to stay, though admit I would feel easier if she were to return, and soon."