( Faint, barely audible breath escaped through his nose, knowing all too well what the objection would be but had to try anyway. He gauged the shifting mass of the crowd for a few more moments before turning back to her, speaking in a low, somewhat reassuring murmur. ) (+)

(+) "I understand, My Lady. Please stay right by my side." ( The knight shifted his stance, aligning his broad, armored frame directly in front of her. Becoming a literal wall of white steel and muscle prepared to absorb any stray bump, spilled ale, or worse that the (+)

(+) environment might throw their way.)