Mentally, Geric was grateful the king was thinking the way he was, with that. There were supposed to be more men with them, who were not right there. Unless they were a part of it, they ought to join the king soon enough, flush out the archers and deal with everyone in hiding, make it more known.
He stayed between the king and the men, the last line and a firm one. Dondarrion nodded, eyes back on their situation.