“I had not realized I was as close either, but the forest is deceiving, and apparently I cannot walk a linear line,” Esme said, and a faint laugh followed as she brightly smiled at Tara especially when she offered a weapon to her.  “Oh, gracious no! I would more than likely injure myself if I tried to wield such a weapon and shield.” She admitted, and drew in a deeper breath as she watched the woman heal the King's soldier, something that Esme would not have chosen to do, but end his life instead. Esme said nothing, but she did study the man as he spoke to Tara, and then she looked at the boar.<br/><br/>“It is best if we depart before it wakes shortly,” Esme quietly said to Tara, interjecting her conversation with the soldier, and she slipped her hand in Tara's.  “Come, please.” She pleaded with Tara, tugged slightly at her delicate hand, and warily looked at the soldier.