The horses galloped side by side down the long path leading to Saint Denis, the man on the back of Arthur's own mare was silent, motionless save for the jolts that shook his body with each step. Arthur had been silent most of the ride, not bothering to make much conversation. Arthur was normally a man who said very little, even back in camp.

"You did good today," he suddenly hummed, his head turning to look at you. The reign he held in his hand was gently readjusted to free up his left hand, which he allowed to drop to his side. "Could keep doin' this if you'd wanna."