Sheridan seemed very amused by the situation. Or, at least, what Isa was doing about it. Her eyes narrow and her gaze firm, she was dragging him around like an unruly dog on a leash. When he pulled on her hand, she yelped, turning towards him. "How was I supposed to know??" she snapped, then paused. A meek look covered her face, and she looked down. "That was uncalled for... I apologize. But really, I don't know these woods, nor have I ever had to travel anywhere other than by carriage. Even then I hardly went anywhere." She exhaled.<br/><br/>At the very least, she thought, it was daytime. Little chance of unruly old men snatching them up without either of them noticing. She shook her head with disgust at the thought. As if becoming the bride of a prince she did not love, nor cared for in the slightest, wasn't bad enough... "Well..." she said softly "We should get going..."