"Inland?" Aza said, as everyone else seemed to tacitly accept Donovan's plan of acquiring horses by some unspecified means and striking south. Dean was climbing into the smaller boat without any comment at all -- wasn't *that* unusual -- and Aza finally was forced to glance his way. "The ship cannot follow, inland. Abandon her? To hide, and wait, forever?" She seemed to be asking, or accusing, Dean specifically. The fox seemed mildly intrigued by whatever Dean's answer would be to this newfound concern for their latest transportation, peering out from beneath Methuseld's chin. The little blue animal very obviously understood how challenging it was for even the most stalwart of dispositions to resist fluffy snuggles, gently kneading its tiny paws on the General's arm like a happy cat as it too watched Dean sulking.<br/><br/>Still beside Donovan, girl-Aza reached for the knight's side and snatched the bent halves of her old collar from the pouch hung there. "This, now... Useless." Indeed, the once-shiny gems looked dull in their settings, a few more of them cracked and crumbling. It hadn't taken Dean's shadowy assault well at all. "And no sorceress's storerooms to replenish it, this time." Not that Aza totally minded; with it mostly destroyed, there was no chance of her being stuck to one shape, unless someone came up with a new charmed collar. And the thing being so warped from having all those energies dumped through it was almost certainly what kept Zozo from seeing it from afar. It was a shame something pretty had to suffer, though. Aza tossed it back at Donovan without a heads up, not caring if he caught it or not.<br/><br/>"And these..." She held up the strands of silver necklace she'd pulled from the fox. "Illusions the ship made. Without me, without the ship... nothing but string. Glass." She went ahead and dropped it over her head anyway, neatly arranging it within the plunging cut of her dress. Illusion or not, it did match her hair and cloak. "Your boat, your sails, your casks..." With a flip of a hand, she indicated the smaller craft they'd packed. "Maybe all illusion too."<br/><br/>The fox sniffed and butted its head lightly against Methuseld's cheek. The girl gave the fox another slit-eyed stare and sidled still a little closer to Don. "You need me," she informed the other two humans. Well, that certainly didn't sound sinister.