At first, Cyrille was nearly dumbstruck by the very idea that they would continue into the woods. She did have the politeness to give a short bow to Gia, never taking her eyes from the other woman, who returned the favor, and hurried to follow Aerylinne deeper into the forest. "Yes, Miss Esther!" she called as she hustled through the underbrush to catch up.<br/><br/>"My apologies, Miss Esther, but<i>have you gone mad?</i>" she scolded. "There may still be drow abound! A party gone to search for the ones who went missing! I do not hold distrust for Lady Gia's word, but a situation can change very quickly." Her cheeks had gone rosy, though it was not entirely from either running to close the distance or from her exasperation. Though they weren't as sculpted as her own, Cyrille had to admit that Aerylinne's brief showing of her fair legs was somewhat arousing. She cleared her throat and looked away for a moment. "At least, were something to happen, I could hold them off until you escape. Gods help you if I survive as well," she said, muttering the last part under her breath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>