She didn't believe it for a second, but then she had nothing else to do and it did get her out of the mechanical nightmare that was the dwarven hold.  She watched him for a long moment, her violet eyes picking up every nuance of his expression and feature in after-dusk light.  She couldn't trust him of course, but she found she didn't care.  What if he betrayed her?  She wasn't really living anymore, at least staying with him life would be... interesting.<br/><br/>"It's this way."  She turned northeast, following the coastline as her clothing appeared to melt and flow into a new form - a green archer's tunic loose and comfortable over her upper frame, over tights of a mottled brown that hugged her every delicious curve, tucked into high leather boots with soft soles that barely crunched as they hit the sand.  She'd had no trouble going this way before, though she hid whenever she heard anything suspicious.