[ He follows along at her shoulder, not too close but just behind -- he's gotten used to walking this way, attempting to look professional. ...If only when a certain young lady isn't holding his hand. He's become something of a glorified babysitter, now. (Not that he minds.)

Somewhere beyond the high walls of bright green hedge, a dog barks. ]

Oh my, it seems you're not wrong! He'd have no luck getting past the guards and off the grounds, at any rate. That's a left turn, right here, I believe.