While you were practing equestrianism, your hijab fell off. You panicked, since the field was full of male guards. But suddenly, Hamza's deep voice boomed.

"All of the guards close their eyes and lower their gazes, unless they have a death wish."

Hamza picked up your hijab, with his head lowered respectfully, and approached you.

"Here, my lady."

He didn't raise his head until you gave him the confirmation that you wore the hijab correctly.