For a moment, he wishes he'd brought his blade – but there's nothing he can protect her from with such a thing, not for this. Still, when she tenses, he does, also, his hand falling in a thoughtless reflex to where he'd have his dagger on his belt if he'd dressed for battle today.

But it's only Alain and Cuthbert, as expected, and he relaxes a little to see them. "Good morning," he offers, though it's more a pleasantry than anything else. Regardless of the weather, there's not much good about this day, not for any of them.