She admitted, “That’s true. I should not tease you so. Please forgive me.” Falling silent, she hitched up her skirts again and kept walking. She examined the young knight again, in light of his comments, and thought it over. It seemed odd that he would be a knight so young and yet be so familiar with forestry, which he so clearly was. Did he never sleep? Was that the reason for his solemn mien?
Mordred smirked lightly but continued walking without answering; the sky was darkened by now but that didn’t slow him down. They made the path in shorter time than Mordred had initially expected, but they still had to make the small walk to the bridge before they were completely out of danger. They were close enough already, though, that it was unlikely for anyone to make an attempt at attacking them.
When they finally approached the city walls, she had to stop. And just stare. Her mouth hung open a little bit before she swallowed, and glanced at Mordred. Squaring her shoulders, she began walking again. “I suppose I ought to speak to someone in charge about those bandits,” she sighed.