Hoshor Plains I don't see how

The woman took a stance beside him, instead of in front and her back to him. He silently applauded her good sense. If she had done any differently, Holland would have been tempted to rush up beside her. Temptation was a fleeting thing though; that thought quickly vanished, replaced with compliance. He walked beside her, idly noting how smaller she was compared to him. He was a tall beast, and she was at most average or smaller than that.

He may not be a fighter, but he could overpower her with bulk alone. Of course, the thought was only fleeting again. Because why? If she led him into a trap, for instance... "What are you called?" he broke the silence, perhaps uncomfortable with the fact she was so willing to help and he gave her nothing. Until proven wrong, he remained on edge himself. His one good eye focused on the woman, awaiting her answer now. If it came at all, or if she chose to remain silent. Either way, he would adapt. Holland always did.