Brinn walked with an even gaite, deliberate and sure. Her stride gave no sign of her inner struggles. The spell she'd used had been clever, quick thinking, and excellently executed if she had to say so herself, but it had been foolish. In the end it had done her no good, as she was now traveling with him and would have no need of it. She kicked herself for having weakened herself so drastically for no reason.<br/><br/>The town she needed to reach in order to purchase parts for her cart should have been a day away to make it there and back, but after the ambush in the woods, and now the delay with this traveler, she would likely have to leave her cart where she'd left it for three or four days at best. She hoped that her horse would not pull free of his tether where she'd left him tied beside a creak that was a few yards from the trail. The cart was loaded with her goods, many of them valuable. She was certain they would all be stolen by the time she returned to it. The loss she would take was massive.<br/><br/>These thoughts darkened her mood considerably, and she lapsed into silence for quite some time. When she finally pulled herself from brooding over it, she noticed the traveler pacing beside her appeared somewhat awkward with the silence.<br/><br/>She had never been much for conversation, but she gave it a shot, glancing over at him before asking quietly, "Where were you headed?" She didn't know if her meaning would carry through clearly or not, but saw no way to clarify the meaning of her question.