Ordhan shifted in embarrassment. He had meant his last suggestion to be a comfort, and at first it seemed it would be: what place was more secure than at a brother's side? He had not thought it out enough. Of course Piers would not be pleased at having two sons on route to Ostagar. This is why Ordhan shied from conversation; it was too easy to misspeak, too easy to accomplish the very opposite of what he desired.
"I...I am sorry, I did not mean..." Ordhan faltered again, searching for a better reply, but there was none. He was not one to give empty reassurances, and he was certain Lord Piers was not the sort to want them. "I am not certain he came with him at all; perhaps he remained at Kinloch Hold. There was a third company that set out, as well, to Redcliffe. I am sorry I do not know more."
He truly was; if he had only known Constans had a brother, a simple question or two could have earned so much more, knowledge that Lord Piers would have prized. Constans was not secretive, but neither did he suggest information on his own.
Ordhan accepted the thanks with a nod and a half-smile born of relief. Perhaps his decision to deliver the message himself was not as misguided as it seemed a few moments ago. "It was my pleasure, ser," he answered. Though their interaction seemed far more genuine, somehow, than how it began, he was still wary; he did not want another misstep to shatter what delicate rapport had been formed.