The horse stares at him, eyes...much deeper than that of a normal animal. A moment later, and it bumps his fingers, huffing his approval.

Dove just keeps that smile up at him, until something appears to click in her mind. ...Hm. "That's right... you were a prince." It's a thoughtful observation.

"Head of the Royal Guard.... my own personal babysitter," she singsongs in a sigh, though she does smile. "He's stubborn, but an excellent knight. Even if you weren't trying, you've succeeded."

There's a pause, but she circles back around to his previous royalty. "Were you active, back home? As a royal, I mean." She shakes her head, unable to find the right word. "Politically." Maybe he can help her.