The lithe woman's face became flushed with crimson embarrassment at the other centaur's insinuation, shaking her head quickly to disavow herself of the sensation. "How can you be so sure we're to rush into battle upon a whim? If we could bypass these bandits and leave them to their loot, we might arrive at the source of this magical disturbance that much faster. It certainly won't be any easier if you're carrying..  cargo in your stomachs." Her eyes darted apprehensively between the two of them, hoping her lack of acquiescence didn't lead anyone to making good on Wilnomna's suggestion. The thought of being put directly on a slimy intestinal path to being stacked on a centauress' bust was apparently enough for the half-elf to meekly tack on another sentence. "...Though if, uh, we are going to do this, I could always hasten your actions and cast some destructive magics from afar.."