Ishmael nodded at Fant's instruction, happy to be directed to a task... any task. For his part, he would rather not be held as party leader as his last party had done. The guilt-stricken halfling felt that he made a poor leader in those circumstances.
As he fell into the marching order, he realized that he was standing beside royalty. The fact that Persephone was twice his height and more made her even more intimidating to the Deep Halfling (~2 1/2 feet tall!). Ishmael gave her an uncertain smile, unsure if it was proper to engage his social better in conversation.
OOC: For my part, I don't mind the ordering around. If it gets us moving faster, all the better. Besides, Ishmael would rather take orders than give them.