She held her tongue because she did not trust herself to speak. Her face held a momentary flash of sorry before going back to defiance. It was her mother’s last words. Part of her felt they were weak but the daughter in her took comfort in it. Her father had always taught her to be strong, never show weakness to an enemy less they take advantage. It was what she was doing now. Her eyes watched the woman who held her, gauging and strategizing on what outcome would befall her.<br/><br/>Going with them? She clenched her jaw and only began to struggle when she was pinned to the ground. It didn’t last because the one tying her was very skilled in the art. She stopped struggling when she felt the rope tighten just a bit. Wincing she kept her mouth shut, not once crying out in pain. There was no way she was going to let them hear her cries. She winced again when she was brought to her feet but regained her composure very quickly.<br/><br/>She eyed those would watch her and knew they would follow Astrid’s order without hesitation. Her fists clenched slightly and she said a curse in her mind. When her eyes went to Inge she glared right back, not backing down an inch. That girl was reckless and foolish. It must be difficult to reign her in but she noted how easily it was for Astrid to do it. The family resemblance was there and she knew who this other girl was.<br/><br/>When they began to move she went silently. Her mind was going over everything that happened. She would escape eventually but right now they were on guard. She knew she wouldn’t last out there and she resigned herself to going with them. The more they walked the more she felt the cold bit. She didn’t have her fur on, it had been left in her home. There had been no time to put it on and it was beginning to show. Soon she began to shiver and that only tightened the bonds more. She winced but held her tongue.