Zellira smiled a bit at the little princess's comment. She threw Ristina her clothes and got down off Killanrie. She felt her legs shake, but didn't let them give way as she gestured to Ristina to get on. Zellira bit her lip. She knew the consequences if they were caught. She also knew she was a disadvantage to both Mekoa and Ristina, but didn't have the strength, emotionally or physically, to leave them now. Maybe this was a mistake...maybe she never should have come. She shook her head and looked over at Mekoa. She hoped the Shadows wouldn't find them, a silent prayer to the Black God on her lips. What they planned to do with the princess...was...not something Zellira ever wanted to see. She shuddered as she remembered the things Fathoir had told her, his knife descending on her back with every word. She shook herself and turned to Mekoa again. "How far do you think?" she asked quietly, her eyes down. Her real questions stayed behind her tongue. How far must we go before we're safe? How far can we get...before they find us?