The moment he heard that supple ass hit the ground, Joel sighed slightly. He waved his false limb towards Elena and spoke once again, this time one of the words that powered the collar. "<i>Komisc</i>," If she chose to be a problem, then Joel would treat her no better than a disobedient and muzzled dog. It was as simple as that. With the command spoken to the collar, and the slight sound of chains echoing not in the woods but in the minds of both the fallen knight and the failed assassin, Joel began to walk again. However, this time something acted on Elena. the collar began to pull at her neck and began to drag her at the same pace that Joel was walking, as if she was tied by the neck with rope that was in his hand. An actual leash of magical chains. Joel did not stop to allow for Elena to stand. She would have to crawl to a point that there was slack in the invisible and intangible leash and do so quickly. If there was to be complaints later, then he would cite her disobedience. It was her own fault she was in this situation and no matter how much she protested, she had to deal with that.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------<br/><br/>The hours passed, and Joel continued to walk. The only thing that really changed was that Joel had finally lifted the silence placed on Elena. He had done it once he had seen her... 'calm' down enough to warrant it. He did not want to deal with more of her bitching, but he had told her she was able to ask for permissions as they wandered. It was her carrot in comparison to the stick of being mute and drug along. They were deep into the forest before Joel finally chose to stop for once. They had come to a small pond, one actually with clear water. There were fish swimming down towards the depths, and stones littered the bottom of this pool, probably the rest it was still clear. Joel diverted from the wood line to this body of water. He was not intending to bathe, but instead re-fill on supplies. The trio of waterskins on his hip was soon removed and laid next to him, and one by one he removed the lid and dipped it into the cool and clear water.<br/><br/>He was not moving slowly, but there was only so much speed that could go into filling the waterskins. They were all at varying degrees of fullness, but some of the water was old and warm or even with a sour taste to it. Thus, all of them needed to be filled. He simply went to bear through it so that they may return to the trek at hand. It was not dusk yet, and he wished to walk until he could no longer see properly. Besides, it was hopefully wearing out his new toy, making it harder for her to plan a method of foolish escape. Or better yet, chipping away at her mental fortress. Either was fine to the disgraced man before her.