In silence the Exultare trailed behind the woman and her newly invested charge. The burdened she carried nothing more than dead weight; as dead as the hare in the warrior’s possession. Playing the part of a servant was new to her, but given the circumstance, was not unwelcomed. Rather than dismiss herself from the small party, she instead kept close to the new mother, choosing to watch over her as she intended to treat this wandering fool instead of leaving them be alone. No part of the woman was paranoid by any means, simply concerned for the well being of her fellow Ichikan.
The golden Nomad was the epitome of silence. Even as they ventured toward the weathered shell of a cabin she said nothing as the lady Jace took the male dealt with fate’s misfortune inside. Or perhaps it was by ethereal grace he was found among a less hostile pack. Had he stumbled beyond the borders of any other… she shuddered to think of the consequence.
Role of guard was fully hers to embrace as she occupied a dusty spot of ground near the wall of the east end of the cabin. Truly there was nothing she could offer as far as aid in matters of healing and felt it better left to someone that apparently had the patience and will. X’yrin was content in keeping out of the way, her legs tucked comfortably under her body whilst she remained upright and alert. The lady’s catch was kept safely under her care, strung across her lap to keep from dirtying its precious meat and hide. Upon her muzzle was the soft glow of intrigue that only brightened when the unconscious male stirred from his delirious state to inquire about his companion animal; assuming he meant the horse and not some other creature yet to be seen. “Your Strider is fine,” she answered softly, nodding her head once to assure him. “Worry about yourself, stranger. You are not well.”