Wyn was quiet as they traveled. She kept her own counsel about the Guardian's wounds and his carrying the girl. If he wanted to keep ahild of her she wouldn't complain, so long as he didn't slow them down. When they'd come down from the cave she'd freed MoonShadow of his cart and mounted his back. He'd sidestepped a bit and tossed his head, making a whinnying sound that she knew meant he was happy to be carrying her instead of the cart. She was certainly lighter than the barrels of water...and she wasn't about to go into, what could be, a dangerous situation without him.<br/><br/>As they walked she patted and stroked his neck, murmuring softly to him and listening to those around her while keeping her own counsel. She wasn't a talker by nature and right now she was busy keeping her eyes out on what could be around them. She didn't like surprises and the Wastes suddenly turning to a marshland with a castle in it certainly counted as a surprise. That the castle could be the Djela home was a nasty surprise.<br/><br/>She couldn't help wondering if this boy had bitten off more than he could chew, and dragged them all along for the ride.