Relina watched him slightly, her parents laughing a bit as he returned with the horse. "They got the horses from the stable when they were fleeing, yours wouldn't let them hitch him to a wagon or cart." Elisa said, smiling still. Relina found herself feeling more and more tired, but she knew it was best to keep moving with the caravan. She was silent as her father left to speak with some of the village elders, her mother healing any wounds she found. "You know, there's an old legend we've been telling the children to keep them calm." She said, smiling a bit.