Cora stood by whilst Daz sat on the ground, her eyes flicking between where they'd come from and where they were going. If attackers came from both ends they'd be screwed, though it didn't seem like there was any kind of danger from other beings. Not yet, anyway. When he stood back up, she held onto him again, surprised that he wanted to keep going. He didn't seem the kind that would take such a big risk, then again if he was in the rebellion perhaps he was a risk taker.<br/><br/>She continued to walk, the first few steps mainly the pair getting their bearings until they returned to their slow pace from before. She wondered if the ice had helped at all, but before she had a chance to ask Daz had already asked her a question.<br/><br/>"You sound like the council members." She commented, raising an eyebrow at him. If everyone thought like that there'd be no rebellion. "I don't know, one day it just clicked... that the system was wrong. Why should I never go hungry and live a lavish life just because I got lucky with who my parents are?" She mumbled, weary that she was somehow coming across as a spoiled brat. "I wasn't making the decisions but I still felt guilt every time I passed a hungry child or injured mother. So, it was time to do something about it." She shrugged.<br/><br/>The redhead looked away from her companion, squinting her eyes to try and see ahead, the light was dim and she struggled to see very far ahead.