Ashryn made a face at the words he was speaking, not approving of his tasteless comment about her breasts. "Perhaps you're right about my father. Perhaps I never really knew him at all, but I thought I knew you. But I was wrong." She tried to move her horse away as he pulled out the dagger, but it was too late and he severed through the leather. She slipped from the saddle, annoyed that he had ruined a perfectly good saddle. "I am not leaving my horse to you. He's<i>mine</i>." The horse snorted in responses, ears pinned as it seemed to glare at Cromwell. She held onto his lead now, though it wasn't likely he would run away from her. He was too loyal for that. She stared at him with disappointment clear in her eyes, but she had come too far to give up and head home.<br/><br/>"I already told you that I'm not going back. I could be useful if you'd only give me a chance." Despite his harsh words, she didn't want to give up on him. Surely this wasn't as much of a lost cause as it was turning out to be. "I found you, after all. Even if you don't take me with you, I'll just find you again." She followed after him, leading the horse behind her as she refused to let him get away from her. Unfortunately for him, she was determined to annoy him now and stick to him like glue.