Zitka stood up and went to Gered's stuff, rummaging through for the gold. "Why would you care?" She said simply, looking over at him for a moment. It's not like she wouldn't mind just relaxing for a bit. Zitka looked away, or down at the gold more precisely. "Why should anyone care? I'm just a thief. Why you two decide I'm more trouble than I'm worth, I'll just move on." There was a twinge of sadness in her voice. She looked back at Gered, waiting for him to say something.