"Her crimes weren't on account of her attitude," Avira would say, moving to reattach the leash to Zitka's collar. "Though, I can't say it helped her much at her trial, from what I hear." The squabble that bloomed between the Zitka and Lyra made Avira roll her eyes. The gunslinger was both impressed and a little put off that the sorceress didn't seem to think too much of the attempted rape on her person, but at least they wouldn't have to stop and nurse a wounded and violated soul. Before they managed to set off, Avira would whisper to Zitka, "I can see some people need to cool their heads. You can walk alongside the cart as long as you stay in range." Avira gave a gentle pull on the leash to emphasize her point.<br/><br/>Avira would be happy to find the rest of their trip to be uneventful, but arrive into Carthridge wasn't what she expected. A little fanfare would have been nice, but Avira could hardly blame the towns folk; they're all likely terrified out of their wits. Once they met the cardinal, Avira would politely return a bow, placing a hand on Zitka's head to incline her to do the same before following after their contact to her study. Avira would let the paladin and the others do the talking.