Boromir is only going at a steady canter at this point, but slows the horse into a trot when he sees the other rider, trailing off whatever he had been quietly singing as the other person approaches. Which he is especially grateful for when he realises who the other rider is.

"Good morning, Sir Integra," he says, greeting her with an amiable smile and a low nod. "And I hope a fine morning for riding."