Damn it, some attempt at getting a minute away. Appears to have thwarted her there, but at least he's giving her the space to do what she has been hankering for weeks. An itch that won't go away. First chance she's had where she didn't feel like she would be depriving them.

After all, she'd been the one that made the offer.

"Alright." She gestures to a bay mare for him that she'd picked. Docile enough, she'd been assured. "It should be readied in a minute or so, ask the groomsmen if you're unsure but he says she's got a fair temperament, if that suits you?"