"I'll get right on that," Harding says, more smirk that smile. "You never know." It could be a nice, relaxing, rewarding group activity. Whether the intended message would be translated was another matter, so, probably not a worthwhile use of her time, was it.

Though she recognises it as a request, Harding still nods briskly, settling into business. "I'm willing, whenever you wish. I have some time before I need to head back out to Emprise du Lion..." she pauses, a faint sign of worry, or consideration in that frown; the sooner the better, of course, but she did feel more comfortable being there, with her fellows. Not just to make sure they were following orders, because they would. She had faith in them. But though she was their superior first, the scouts were more than just comrades. So much time together, and they had become a quirky family, of sorts, not something that she entirely expected, but not inevitable, either. Still. Sheep, at least, were much easier to wrangle. The frown subsides, however. "Maker knows what I'll get back to. Still, anything I can do, I will."