Helen facepalmed at Kall's antics of mooning the Prince, even if he had a fine body, this was not the time! "Yeah... that's the Prince alright," she stated from her hiding place beneath the trees, looking up the cliffs at the warg hunters. Soaked to the bone it felt like, the Orcish woman took the male's hand and tugged him along with her, her eyes darkened to a deep brown, almost black from her anger at them having found and caught up so soon.<br/><br/>"They shouldn't have been able to track me so quickly... I should have put pepper in the wargs food last night," she grumbled as the two hastened through the trails. She knew she couldn't keep the truth from Kall much longer, he would figure it out eventually. He wasn't stupid or dimwitted. Handsome, yes, but not a himbo. Their pace and direction took the two towards an active mine, men of all kinds working the rock and stone quarry. Stopping outside its borders, the Orcish woman turned the male traveling with her, stopping him and looking to him rather seriously.<br/><br/>She was somewhat dried now, though the silks over her armor were still dripping water as was her hair. "Kall.. before we go any further together... you deserve the truth of the matter." Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled, squaring her shoulders. "I am Princess Helen of Grond. King Aegon is attempting to force me to marry Prince Trevon, that was true. I was thrown in prison last night for challenging my father's decision. I escaped and now we're here."<br/><br/>Looking away for a moment towards the mines, her eyes pinpointed some strong mounts that could carry Orcs like them. "... If you wish to wash your hands of me, I understand. We only just met and you will likely be killed if we are caught. They may well think you're a suitor or lover I'm running off with. I can purchase you a mount, so you can get as far away as possible, but I am going to the Purple Sea, where they are less likely to follow... I hate to leave my  people in such turmoil... but they are strong. I cannot be a sow to that Pig, the disgrace of being such, I'd never look myself in the mirror again, nor stand to mother those children... killing them would be a kindness," she grumbled before finally looking him back in the face.