Sorcha did not understand, not completely she listened to the words but was at least thankful that her hands were looes again as was her mouth and even her legs. She could run, the pict had other plans, she would not leave grass eyes here, that would be wrong. He should not be here and her mate’s spirit was with him.<br/><br/>Autolycus was a part of her vision.  “Good Sorcha…” It was then the pict drew horses in the sand. And then pointed to her and the medicus . “Good Sorcha,” she repeated as she waited. Of course she wanted to escape, yet she was no fool, for she knew nothing of this Land of corruption. Perhaps he would show her. She pointed to the horses again, and then made a noise like the horses here in the stables and smiled. “Sorcha …good...yes?”<br/><br/>She stood close to the medicus, who was packing up his goods and his clothes… she did not understand wholly… “Autolycus…Sorcha… good?” it was hard to explain but perhaps he understood as she pointed again to the horses.  Were they going on a journey?<br/>