Lina nodded her understanding, though she didn't know why it was important for Freyja to get her assurance. She didn’t realize until the woman led them through another narrow crack in a wall, a hedge and around few corners; not until the odor changed again and the streets became darker, yet more crowded. Her breath hitched in her chest and steps wavered with fear.<br/><br/>It certainly isn’t most comforting to find yourself in a district, where quite about anyone can have you, if only they manage to get a hold of you.<br/><br/>She lowered her eyes carefully to see merely Freyja’s heels and from inside pulled the cloak closer, grateful for actually heeding their coercion and putting on men’s clothes. With her hair tugged under the hood, she looked no more than a page.<br/><br/>It was hard enough for her to expose herself physically in front of those people she barely knew, harder was to try and trust them. It took Lina months before she ceased locking herself in her room when Kurrad was around… and now she was obliged to trust a man he trusted just because he did so!?<br/><br/>But even though her thoughts were ambivalent, Lina wasn’t a fool. She knew all too well, that she couldn’t let her doubts surface and let the two doubt her. The way Freyja walked, talked and even looked hinted she could have her killed before the thought ‘I’m going to die!’ would cross her mind.<br/><br/>She was yanked out of the course of her thoughts by a sharp sound of opening door and soon Freya nudged them all inside a room, quickly checking the street’s emptiness for one last time.