He laughed and dropped the mail shirt as Genna hurtled toward him. He caught her easily and lifted the girl up to swing her in the same circle as the evening before. He grinned at Ser Baron who looked half confused as to whether he should interfere. The white cloak apparently decided to let someone else manage the princess for the nonce and settled back against his wall to doze a bit more. Jaer thanked the gods the man wasn't as observant as some others of the kingsguard were.
As he settled Genna in his arms, he turned them both to the field. "What do you think, little one?" He used his free arm to point out the Prince of Dorne's stroke. "The Prince is quick- he has to be to use a spear, but that's his favored weapon, more than a sword. Still, he's got experience. He's won more tourneys than I care to count... but you know your Aunt. What do you say of her?"