For a moment he was inclined to just let her do as she wished. He had plenty of other things to worry about. A conspiracy to kill her, a Plague-poisoned knife, a raider encampment less than ten miles from the town. He didn't have to spend his time chasing after any single person. He put his hands on his hips as she retreated to the beach, scowling after her as he tempered his frustration with his duty. She wanted to be left alone, yes... but she had also just lost her brother. Been ostracized by her own family as a result. She was full of guilt and self-loathing over an accident she couldn't have possibly prevented. One that may have even been intended to kill<i>her</i>instead of him.<br/><br/>Carson followed her, and caught up with her at the shoreline. "I decided that leaving you alone right now would be a bit on the stupid side," he announced as he approached. "So I'll stay a ways back, but I'm not just going to leave you be entirely. I'm sorry if that upsets you but it's what I have to do."