Then he turned to face Ser Maddock again, to find the man staring at him with a brow raised sharply. He seemed somewhat less ill-tempered after being told Dee was a Sister, but he was still impatiently waiting for answers. Alderic shifted to slide not-altogether-gracefully from the saddle of his horse, and wavered slightly when he hit the ground -- hours of travel had left his legs somewhat numb. Grasping the reins carefully, he glanced around at the rest of the party with a vaguely concerned frown. If he felt fatigued, he could only imagine how worn out the Mages were, and not for the first time since they'd set out on their journey, he felt a pang of guilt.
"We should be safe to set up camp for the night, Ser," he finished, looking back up at the commanding Templar. "Unless, of course, Sister Deidre has any objections."