A solitary walk seemed a terribly dangerous business for someone who aspired to be queen. It even occurred to Gendry that it might even be something he should chide her for. Ser Jorah or Ser Barristan would likely do just that. But they were great knights. Gendry was Gendry, no older than she was. So he eyed her for a moment, then back at the camp, and considered.

"I suppose leading this lot makes for a nasty headache. Especially in this heat."