There was a small sense of relief as the boy was called away, it gave him a respite from all the questions, of course the drow knew that very shortly he wouldn't be worrying about the boy or his inquisitiveness anymore. That was almost a sad thought, Janus wasn't a bad kid, and although the boy had been annoyingly attached to him since his arrival, it was almost nice having someone so openly interested in everything about him and wasn't put off by his standoffish nature or his intimidating appearance.
They all had been open and accepting, it was easier to take from the servants than Primrose, but even though he had only spent a single night, he realized that he liked these people. And he knew that Primrose loved them and they loved her - reminding him once again how hard this was.
Erthe's focus on the straps he'd been messing with to keep his hands busy was broken as Jain came over to pat the animal, and to speak to him. Crimson eyes turned to study the old man's face, he could see how much this meant to him, and found himself glancing towards Primrose, studying her for a few moments. Jain was certainly right about one thing - the young woman was very special. He wasn't so sure about her needing someone like him for much of anything, though.
His gaze turned back to Jain, and for a moment he locked eyes with him, gaze unwavering. "I swear to you by my rebirth and hope for salvation, it will be so." Erthe didn't know of a more powerful promise he could give. Without another word he swung up into the saddle, settling comfortably as he let the horse prance a few steps as they got to know each other.