The guard would look up, smiling at the sight for the soggy curtain around Micah's face and picked up a brush from the side, offering it to him.
"Here you are, your highness. Oh, there is also a gift from your mother in my satchel which I am to give to you before we go to the feast"
He would continue to smile kindly at him, finishing cleaning his sword before sheathing it lovingly into it's scabbard at his hip once he had returned to his feet.