Ashryn didn't try to follow after him as he moved towards the front of the group, instead remaining towards the back. She knew that she wasn't welcome to walk with men, so she remained behind. However, she did notice that while he was gone and with his men, they would keep casting glances at her. Was he talking about her with them? She suddenly felt self conscious, her cheeks flushing from the attention. Thankfully, her tanned cheeks kept her blush mostly hidden. It also didn't help that what she could hear of the conversations, she couldn't make heads or tails of it. What on earth were they saying? She didn't understand, but tried not to let it bother her too much.<br/><br/>It was a lot of walking and the princess wished that her saddle had not been ruined, otherwise she would be riding her horse. Still, she didn't complain, not that there was currently anyone close enough to complain to other than her horse. She amused herself with her thoughts and looking around while making sure not to lose sight of the group. Finally, when afternoon came, she was exhausted and her feet hurt despite the comfortable boots that she wore. She headed over towards Cromwell with her horse, frowning at him as he spoke to her about her horse. "If you plan to sell my horse, I am against that. He's a smart horse and he won't do well with anyone other than me. He's quite attached to me." Still, she obeyed him and tied her horse up, pausing briefly to run her fingers through his mane and pat him affectionately. "That's a good boy, Soryn."<br/><br/>She smiled as the horse huffed happily and butted his head playfully against her hand, causing her to giggle before she sobered and returned to Cromwell's side. "Thank you for giving me a chance, Cromwell." She smiled at him, pleased that he had stopped trying to get rid of her. She knew she could be difficult to get along with, but she hoped that she could prove herself to him and his men.