Quin: *shaking but…n-nods* Y-yes, milady. I…I’m sorry… *gets unsteadily to his feet – it’s been a long day, the exertion of performing followed by everything from that poor amin boy’s death till now, he’s running on adrenaline alone at this point, scared and still expecting the worst . . . climbs back onto the horse – it takes more effort this time – and while he can mount and sit, he’s not actually overly familiar with /guiding/ a horse . . . and he still hasn’t raised his eyes to anyone*