Lamont hadn't expected Kiara to react so fondly to the garden; it was merely the next place on his "tour." Seeing her so at home out here reminded him that she was from Astora and probably grew up surrounded by nature. What would it be like to not have the mountains as protection? 

One thing he knew for sure -- he would be bringing Kiara back to the gardens when she needed a place to relax.

He inwardly cringed when Kiara commented about the mob. He was such an idiot; That wasn't what he meant! But her disguise idea intrigued him. He had never once considered disguising himself to go out. If he wished to leave the castle, he simply left, and he never went far on his -- he had no reason to. Kiara, however, made the ordeal sound exciting, daring, like a mystery novel.

Lamont regarded her with a half-smile and a certain excitement in his gaze that was never present before. "I don't know what you can show me in combat with your arm as it is," Lamont said, "but if you allow me to accompany you to the city tomorrow also in disguise, I'll be more than happy to send someone for your horse." It sounded like an easy request.