As the Lady squeezed his hand, Indrean nodded slowly, then took a small sip of his tea as he went over the various ways they could leave without being followed. No matter how he figured it though, there would always be something that would draw her pursuer's attention....his brows pulled together as another thought popped into his mind. He could pretend that he had captured her and tell the bounty hunters that he was on his way to Minas Tirith to deliver her to her father. But how could he tell her to do that without giving anything away? If he went with this idea, he would likely loose her trust, which was something that he did not want to happen.<br/>A pair of footsteps started to sound behind him, followed with a quiet murmur; the bounty hunters were likely becoming suspicious.<br/>'I'm sorry.' Indrean mouthed inconspicuously as he released her hand.<br/>The waitress had come over and brought them their plates of breakfast: eggs, bacon, freshly baked bread and an apple.<br/>"Eat up, my Lady. We will not be stopping until long into the night, and I would really hate to tie a cloth around your mouth to relieve myself of your complaining tongue."<br/>He raised his voice loud enough for the bounty hunters to hear, but not enough to draw attention to himself. His eyes softened for a moment as the Lady Daewyn looked at him in shock and fear, he hoped that she could forgive him. This was the only foreseeable way to get to Minas Tirith in safety. Of course he would never turn her in-not to the bounty hunters, nor to her father-but rather he would take her to the safety of the Houses of Healing where she could seek refuge for awhile.