Suzanne
After the confrontation with Atovar and his men, the refugee caravan continued its journey westward towards the capital of North Feyshore, Brindelle. Despite the odds, they had managed to use the following days with a convicted march which gave them a sight on the horizon of the bustling city. Their spirits were lifted, although some of them grew worried with the fact no news had come from Rekkan or Marsila. Ymir and the others that had been accompanying the two beings of magic were anxious to arrive at the city's walls and go about their way to make the journey back and around Lake Fey to reach Ibethiel.

The journey came to an end when the caravan stopped short of the stables just outside the perimeter where other refugees once arrived in and settled with the sanction of the governors of North Feyshore. Elder Thomas was glad that they were finally in Brindelle and ready to start anew. There was mourning to surpass and much work to be done, but he thanked those who joined the caravan and protected it even though it wasn't in their duty to do so.

"We did what we thought was right!" Swass said. "But we can't stick around, we have to go to Ibethiel!"

Thomas frowned and shook his head slowly. He turned his blue eyes to Ymir and arched his brows. "I take it you will go with them?"

"Of course. My mind is made up. We will need that wagon too."

"Ah, yes. It's theirs either way. Just like the horses."

The group helped the villagers unload the cargo off the wagon that Priscilla and Marsila purchased back at Astoria by trading back the medicine books of the young doctor. Then, Twiss and Swass went to the front with Ymir while Priscilla hopped on the wagon's interior with the few hunters that wanted to join them. They were eight total, with Ymir on the reins to guide the wagon to the same road they traveled. The farewell was short and almost cold, but the people were genuinely thankful that the group escorted them all the way to Brindelle. With Rekkan's promise fulfilled, Ymir focused his sight on the massive mountains that stretched in the horizon, beyond the eery forest he was sure Rekkan went through. From their location, however, Ymir decided a more direct route around the lake just as he tried to compensate the time moving away from Ibethiel.

Inside the wagon, Priscilla held the amulet of Marsila in her hands, joined together with it inside in a prayer for the well-being of the shifter and the swordsman. She remembered the night before the battle with a heartache, because she remembered how she flirted with Rekkan and was turned down. She was glad, though, glad that he didn't take advantage of her. Glad that he was true to his feelings and respecting of her person. Rekkan was strong and a striking individualist, but he had some traits that reminded her of Bran. He fought for what he thought was right and didn't impose his will onto others without a good reason. That was her perspective of things.
Judy
Joss regarded the woman very warily. She went from one moment feeling that he might call a mob down upon her, to the next trying to emphasize that he was in danger with her? He didn't understand — was she actually *Trying* To get him to do this? She glowed, or could glow. That was, supposedly, the extent of it — and from what Joss had seen of magic, that was not something he feared too horribly. As he tried to work out what she could mean by more things to be scared of, given the situation, the threat she'd made back at the estate returned to his mind.

"... Right. Thought maybe you wasn' gonna go through with that beatin'. Guess no one's bluffed about it before."

Yet despite being apparently convinced she was about to thrash him right after bandaging him up, he didn't move, a sort of bitter resignation coming into his eyes. He knew full well by now that to fight back or try to run only ever made beatings worse.
April
Emiko kinda pauses when she hears this, before turning around to stare at him, folding her arms as she does, and continues to stare at him, for an uncomfortably long time.

She speaks right before the long stare gets too weird "Why th' hell would I go through all t' effort of patchin ya up, just t' kick yer ass. I said it earlier cause either ya were gonna leave that house, or I was gonna make ya leave. But shit changed, and there's nothin t' 'go through with'"