[Point taken, the strange machines lining the streets and the unfamiliar architecture tells him this is nowhere they have traveled before. But still, at home, they have respect for foreign royalty, at least the ones they get along with.] That much is clear. [He admits a little quieter,] Still, I hate the thought of anyone laying hands upon you.

[His lips press together in a thin line as he looks around them. People openly cower away from them, or regard them with hatred as they pass.] We have more important things to focus on. Let us find somewhere safe to sit down and you can inspect my wound all you like.