Malia watched as Carson paused, then turned to walk into her mother’s House. She pushed off what she was leaning on, narrowing her eyes in confusion. She kept them on the front door of the house and, a few minutes later, watched Carson walk out, seemingly pissed. She crossed her arms, tilting her head in curiosity as he approached her. Though, before he could walk past her, she linked her arm with his. “why were you in my mom’s house?” She wasn’t accusatory or harsh, simply curious. She didn’t think there was any reason for him to be in there.<br/><br/>As they walked out the gates, and towards Letto, she watched his hands create signs, though she understood none of them. She simply waited for Carson to translate. After, she gave them a nod. “Alright, let’s get going, then.” She adjusted her harness on her chest, starting after Letto. She looked to Carson then, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. She was a little nervous—it was obvious. She hadn’t ever been in a true fight before, and her dream had shaken her up. “How many of them do you think there are? There’s only three of us.”<br/><br/>As they walked on, leaves crunching under her shoes, her eyes trailed to the spot that Oliver once lay dying. She lingered before pulling her eyes away, taking in a slow breath. “I’m not sure which one killed Ollie, but I’m going to find him. That much i know.” She pulled her belt up a bit, following behind Letto. She didn’t know what they’d find when they came across the huntsmen, but she did know they wouldn’t get through the trio alive. Carson didn’t tell her what they truly were, all she knew them as were a bunch of ragged raiders.