Trevian was just finishing saddling his horse when he heard the voice of a woman. Its familiarity was quickly overwhelmed by its sense of urgency and fear, and he turned around with his hand on his sword almost immediately...to come face to face with Lady Valia Coleridge.
Trev's surprise was apparent. He looked her over once -- but then, trained soldier that he was, his eyes lifted to the path behind her.
"Lady Coleridge, your sister has all of Connlaoth looking for you!" But she had been attacked by men -- men who would, no doubt, want her back... "Please accept my sincerest apologies for my boldness, but..." Looking away from the forest path, his eyes met hers, and he gave her a wide, roguish grin. "...Fighting was never my strong suit."
Grabbing her by the waist without warning, he boosted her up onto the saddle of his horse and swung up behind her just as a small knot of men cleared the path. Trev dug his heels into his mount, and the beast thundered forward. He kept waiting for a crossbow to dig into his back as they hurried away -- but luck was with them, it seemed.
It was only when he judged the distance great enough did he slow his horse and turn his attention to the girl huddled in his arms. "Are you alright, my lady?"