Isobel nodded, still flushed and spooked from the encounter with the man in the streets and, well, in want of protection. It was horribly predictable of her, but being close to Lord Arys would soothe her nerves more than anything at the moment. He'd been kind and saved her, after all, and he was a fine gentleman and a good knight.
"Ser, I...help me onto the horse?" she asked, slipping from her own mount. She would have to sit astride; he did not have a side-saddle and she couldn't sit double on one anyway.