She'd heard this speech before. Exchange the words sea and and seven and edge for things like war and honor and King and it was almost too close. There was some burn to those thoughts, even as she knew them unfair.

"I hope for your safe return," that was diplomatic. Almost, wincingly, too. So she added, with a look that said she was attempting hopeful for him, even if she might not be winning completely. "I shall pray that you do find your friends and a good ending to your travel at home's safe shore."

When they reached the horses at the edge, she opened her hand breaking something apart. Giving him a small piece of the crust from her tart, she said, "For Sorely. I don't treat them often, but today just seemed that kind of day."