Caspian was still bent over her hand, his lips having barely brushed her knuckles, when she repeated his name again and again, finding where she'd heard it from in the recesses of her mind. An eyebrow raised and the corner of Caspian's mouth turned up in a little half-smile, almost a smirk. "Just Caspian's fine," he nodded, figuring she'd realised that he was the king. Well, that made him feel better. For as weird as this place was, at least there was someone that knew who he was, even if he'd never been a fan of the pomp and circumstance.
"It is my honor, Jaz," he offered, still smiling. Then he extended his arm to her, his palm paralell with the ground, so that she could lay her own on top of it. "Perhaps we can find the way together," he suggested, giving her a smile. "It's not the first time I've found myself lost in the trees," Caspian admitted, thoughtfully, almost to himself, more so than to Jaz, as he looked around. His eyes, keen and narrowed, took in their surroundings, noticing minute differences in the trees, telling him hundreds of things, but most importantly, the compass points. Then he took a deep breath in through his nose, and smiled. "This way, m'lady," he smiled, leading her west of their position.