[She holds up a hand in response to his sudden distress as she rights herself— it's still touching, in a way, that he worries even though he does not share her memories of them fighting alongside one another as adults, but she supposes that with or without that experience, Hendrik will always be Hendrik.]

I'm fine, I promise— and really, you can call me by name, at this point.

[She wishes he would. The title means nothing to her here, and she would rather be "Jade" than "Princess" to those she considers close friends.

His advice, however, is quite sound. She smiles as she spots the sheep currently scampering in the opposite direction; they had made a good bit of noise, hadn't they?]

That seems like a sound approach. I've never seen that before. They're so small, I worry that they might wiggle free, but regardless of size, I suppose sheep are still sheep?

[And anything that might help them get the job done is worth trying.]