[Susan watches him closely, grey eyes intent. She's still thinking of the Horseman's Association, how easily they'd drifted from loyalty to a distant capital. How distant lords aren't real; how she herself had never been strong for the Affiliation that was, to all intents and purpose, her royalty.]

[It's not a thought that has aim yet, but it's one, she thinks, worth holding.]

Aye. Aye, they'll do that, I guess. Why risk aught else but what they want ye to see?

[She half-smiles, wry, almost as if sharing a joke, and shifts in her seat. Not at ease yet, maybe, but a little less visibly tense.]

Anyroad, I guess ye've met me, now. So, what happens next?