In light of this new information, Allen's on the verge of offering to see both women back to their residence, wherever it may be, when he's beaten to the draw again. His lips part on reflex, about to say something about how he can't possibly...

...Only to press shut. It would be rude of him to turn a princess' offer down, no matter his intentions. Besides, for Nuala to travel with a single escort when she's clearly aware of the threat those crows pose, both women must be confident of returning home unharrassed. Seeing Integra up close only reinforces his gut feeling that 'agents' or no, this is someone who can handle things by herself. And he does need directions back to the inn. Badly. Preferably heavily footnoted and accompanied by sketches of every landmark on the way, and even then, there's no guarantee he'll make it back without a guide. His sense of direction is just that terrible.

"Sorry for the trouble," He apologises instead as he falls into step beside Integra, close enough to Nuala's horse to say he appreciates the gesture, but taking care not to stray too close. "I'll be sure to make up for it if I ever get the chance. Not long at all, though I've gathered I should be settling down for a lengthy stay."

The taut line of his jaw says he'll be doing no such thing.

"This is my third day here."