"I fail to see how a messenger would have done any harm." He wanted to shake her, but put up his hands in defeat. It was good to see her too, and regardless of how much he told himself she'd be better off behind the city walls, it didn't seem so safe any longer.
"Forgive my harsh words. I speak so only for the sake of your safety, not for my own gladness to behold your lovely face. And you do look stunning in the white. You should have your portrait painted thus."