Mekoa simply raised a subtly arched eyebrow at her task's change. She had been told that the princess was strange, but surely not this strange. But, she did have a point: If they were to be attacked, they would go after the princess first. Making the fact of disposing them all the more easier. Relaxing her face into a look of meek acceptance. "Of course, Ristina." With that she mounted Guthriekai with a graceful ease and tied the reins onto the front of the saddle. Turning back towards Ristina, she simply said, "just try to keep up," and the stallion burst through the clearing as if he had been doing so already. His stride was long, powerful, and smooth. And she loved him, so very very much.