Blacktail Deer Plateau there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony

Smoothly his gaze swept to the familiar face that joined. A face he had seen following the princess, in that group that he would come and go in as of late, uncertain of his position or desire to stay and familiarize himself. He had no name to the face, just recognition. Expressionless, he remained still as only his one eye returned to the frantic woman who cried out for what she had clarified, to be her children. 

Within the knight, his heart pulsated, to think that a mother was away from her children after such an ordeal, unsure of their location, the presence they were in and what their fate may be. But her panic would not do anyone any good. He needed her to calm down, to exhaust herself before he would speak out with any type of logic he could muster. 

While she questioned the other male, another familiar face came trotting in. The dark woman that had previously come into thought. She must have followed the grey male, curious of his whereabouts. In a sigh, he figured this would take a while. Fatigued, slowly he lowered himself to the ground, careful with his flank wound to ensure that it was facing skyward rather than mingling with the dirt. Lazily stretched out on the ground, he clearly got himself comfortable.

They'll figure a plan out, he'll just wait.