Ingrid gently nudged Sten aside with her arm, urging him to step back and allow her a better view of the approaching group. Sten's expression turned momentarily grumpy at being displaced, but he complied, albeit with a slight huff of annoyance.
As Ingrid's gaze swept over the arriving party, a warm smile graced her lips. She recognized the familiar faces among them and felt a surge of comfort amidst the unfamiliarity of the occasion.
"Greetings," she addressed the group as they dismounted from their horses, her voice carrying a tone of genuine appreciation. "Thank you for accompanying my brother on his journey."
Suddenly, the Ásján delegates bowed their heads in unison. Ingrid blinked in astonishment at their synchronized display of deference, momentarily taken aback by their formality.
