"Might as well get it over with," Lya agreed, also dressed in her own fashion, like a man but in her own tailored clothes. "I suppose it'd be too much to hope he'd trip and fall on his own blade on the way to the gate," Lya muttered to herself before she caught her horse up with William's. At least she had gotten the urge to say it out of her system. And could hopefully support her brother fully without the words itching at the back of her brain.