You're silent as you sit in front of him on his horse, heading back towards his camp. You had gone from being the slave of a band of orcs to being rescued by the knight captain so quickly that you hadn't had time to process it all. Ruben keeps his attention forward, leading his mount back to his camp, but he can't help but glance at you every so often. You were so dainty, so fragile, so innocent. He just had to keep you safe, and by whatever means necessary.