Bridget pouted when Harrison left but she figured it would be rude to stay here any longer. She was grateful to the little old woman who had taken them in and sved their lives. She rose when Harrison returned and she went to him.<br/><br/>"are we leaving now?" she asked. She didn't care where they went as long as she was with him. She'd follow him anywhere. She twirled in a circle dancing away from him and raising her hands to her hair and pulling it up into a messy bun. When she lifted her arms the shirt she was wearing rode up a little revealing the white bandage wrapped heavily around her midsection.<br/><br/>She also wore a long brown skirt that flowed around her lightly while bits and peices of stray hair fell from her bun and framed her face like a halo.<br/><br/>"Tell me, my lord." she said turning back to look at him from under her long dark lashes. "Where is it you're going to take me?"