Conlan slowed as he neared Rhiannon, trying to keep his gate as nonchalant as possible before stopping. He drew the reigns up so Lieutenant was more beside them than behind, giving them only a slight amount more privacy against the brunt of the crowd. Still, he glanced around slightly to see who was nearby, or within earshot, and figured they were about as safe as they were going to get.
"You only rattled the dolt. No lasting harm done. You've nothing to fear from me for doing less than what he deserved, no matter how you managed it," he stated quietly after a few seconds of marinating on what to say. Even as he was trying to look relaxed, there was a tension in him that surprise and uncertainty brought on, and he couldn't quite dissuade it. Because magic. Magic that had been right under his nose all this time, that Rhiannon had just blatantly stated she couldn't control. Still, the fact that she'd been so angry and had only managed to shove the idiot was indicative of her actual ability, wasn't it? Shit, he didn't know.
He looked back to her face, meeting her gaze. "How...long have you been able to do that?"