"Then walk," Glaran replied. His eyes flashed with inheld anger at the girl's reply. He could have not asked at all. Taking hold of Liz' arm through his cloak around her shoulders, he pushed her towards the opening in the brush that had let them in the previous night. It was still early and he expected they would be able to make good time. If they did, they would reach the cave where he had left his mount by noon. He didn't say anything to Liz, though, walking one pace behind her at all times.