He nods, doesn't say anything else or try to distract or deter her. He needs her guidance to reach the stables, to reach a door that will bring him back home again, and she needs to stay safely unsuspected.

At least she's wearing her Nightwatchman guise: no one would think it to be her at a single glance.

Luck seems to be with them as they creep silently out the door: he waits for Marian to check the hall before walking quiet as a cat along the stone flags.

If this quiet will only last, they may have a chance.