He was going to have to ask her if that hurt her... at some point. It looked terribly uncomfortable to be spitting things out every time she spoke. Henry almost wished she didn't have to, it was a horrible burden. What sort of terrible person thought this was a gift? A faery, or a witch. That was who. Not to be trusted, none of them.
With a definite nod of relief, Henry gently drew her closer to him. There was light in the stables, thought it was dimmed greatly due to the late hour, so when Henry stepped back out into the open air leading the horse with one hand and the princess with the other, it took a moment for his eyes to shift to the difference. Turning to look at Opal, he brought the hand with the reins to his mouth to indicate silence as necessary. Though, the gesture was unnecessary. She wasn't likely to talk. The hooves quietly padding in the slow gait were louder than she generally ever was. But, he did it anyway.
Not that it really mattered. Other than his parents, no one was actually likely to stop him from doing as he pleased without good reason. He moved easily, quickly and knew discreet paths since he'd been doing this since he was physically able to do so. Near the gate, he stopped and tossed the reins over the neck, “we ride from here,” he said quietly. “With your basket I think it will be easier for you to ride in front. Alright?” If there were no protests, he'd help her up, then mount himself and they'd be off.
And then...
And then heaven only knew. It wasn't a terribly Princely hobby to have. But, she was off to look at the stars herself.