[ Tempered or not she recognizes that look of surprise. She blinks back in mild curiosity, wondering if she had said something strange or odd. They had, after all, just been talking (okay, maybe joking was a better word) about a coronation. She'd have to assume that it would be in his lifetime; he was far too determined for that not to happen. There's little time to linger or ask because he silences her question with a kiss that she leans into.

Just like any time he kisses her, she savors the warmth of it, never wanting to take them for granted after already nearly losing him several times now. Her eyes flutter briefly shut as she makes a quiet wish of her own. If there was anything she could do with her meager abilities, it's that her optimism and belief in him would see Claude achieving what he wanted through to a new dawn no matter where their paths took them.

The moment comes and goes and tenderness turns to suspicion the moment she sees mischief in his grin. Her eyes narrow as they trek on. ]

May I remind you that you said telling me anything about this trip would ruin the point of a surprise?

[ So no. He definitely didn't tell her about the bridge. ]

Please tell me this bridge is stable.