"I'll hold you to that, your highness." She replied, a flicker of a smile echoing his. She couldn't help it, really.
She was content to let him rest, it would be a while until they'd gotten to where they were going anyway, the Palace of Justice's drainage river fed into the actual river somewhere along the way, and no one was going to notice their small skiff at this hour.
It was another hour, nearer to two before she caught the mooring rope again, swinging it like a lasso, catching a dock at the back of what appeared to be a mill, if the waterwheel was anything to go by, "We've arrived."