She doesn't want him prying. If she wants quiet, she is entitled to it, and so he tightens his hands on the reins and focuses on the horse instead. It is a very smooth path they walk, well-worn and likely more prosperous a few years past.

"I apologize for taking up so much of your time, my lady." He intends to free her from this conversation in the neatest way he can- for surely being with him is not where she wants to be. He watches Gwenaëlle, up at the front, and the color of her cloak as the light plays across it.