Aeryn pinches the bridge of her nose briefly.  "He's not a coward, Xen.  He's a responsible commander, with limited forces.  He has no idea what is waiting for him, for us, out there."  But she is smiling slightly as she says it.  "You just can't wait for another crack at that guy, can you?"  She actually has some difficulty uncoiling from her cross-legged scribe pose, she was indeed focused on her work for quite some time, it seems.<br/><br/>"You can move faster than hill Fort troops, but I doubt that I can.  I'm temptd to wait for whatever Chastely can detail to us for an escort."  She follows Xen's glance to the pixie settlement.  "Unless we can convince a couple of them to go with us?  But even if they do, they are not always the most reliable companions."<br/><br/>The healer quickly repacks her carryall, thinking hard as she did so, throwing the occasional glance towards the coast.  "There have to be other survivors.  There have to be."  She devoutly hopes.  "The red man was after me specifically..  He might strike at teh others to get to me.  How do we warn them?"<em>If there is anybody else left alive to warn,</em>is the morbid thought that followed.  "Taking off after him has the advantage of keeping him hard pressed...if we knew exactly where to go, to strike."