He's always so composed. Even waking up here, battered from a battle she feared he may not walk away from, and he still holds that air of calm. Her brows crease and she glances down to her lap. Most of her court held their composure, but there were cracks. It was to be expected when they all grew so close, like a family. Looking back up at him, some of that calm bleeds into her own voice. "I do not abandon my people."

She lost one horse lord in the death of her husband, but she gained another in a spirit. It seems as if she would be inexplicably tied to them.

"Enough time to think." Something many of them haven't seemed to have a chance to do in this place, with the arenas open and Regency agents all about. "What's important is that you're awake. I'd not have left you in such a state alone. Not here, nor in Gallipoli."

But his question regarding the games has her finally rolling her eyes at him. Composure breaking for something a little more real, a little more huffy.

"Irriella battles for she and I." Meaning she would not be participating in court so long as he was injured. "Heal yourself."