[Miyano stumbles a little at the push, gentle as it is, then instinctively leans against Bruce as they step outside. He's anxious about the soldiers -- or even other captives -- seeing him and musing about why he's wearing the king's clothing. Sort of a strange thing to worry about, considering they're talking about him becoming the man's bride.

Swallowing hard, Miyano glances up sideways at Bruce, feeling how warm and solid and immovable he is. Even if he tried, would he truly be able to resist? Would he truly want to?]

W-Well, I'm not...very impressive to look at, a-and I can't really do anything. I don't really know how, um...how useful I'd be.