[While Hendrik doesn't grimace outright at the idea of calling Jade so plainly by her name, he does make a reluctant sound at the back of his throat. This hierarchy and etiquette were both driven into him for the majority of his life, and the very idea of treating the princess disrespectfully breeds conflict inside him.

So, for now, though he nods at Jade, he knows it is with the thought that he will end up falling back into royal titles before long.]

If not for the threat of fire, I would be tempted to try ensnaring one in the grass. I ... do not think I will have much luck with normal means of catching one out here.

[As if mocking him for even thinking otherwise, two of the tiny sheep scuttle by him before slowing to an amble several feel away.]

Were we in a pen, this would be much easier.

[Or, you know, much more fraught with panicked sheep. One or the other.]