Eleeza looked dubious.  Sure, the royal guard didn't seem in immediate danger, but... the blonde looked around, seeing no obvious threats.  But events were moving on - Sika, and then Bael'reth were already descending into the darkness.  "I don't suppose anyone has a torch?"<br/><br/>She should have brought one, of course - she couldn't believe she had forgotten torches.  But of course, she hadn't expected the speed with which they departed, after meeting the King.  At least she had flint, but it would be slow to start a fire, especially with the crude wood she could salvage from the ruined coach.  The pumpkin itself was useless, but wheel spokes could work... she scoured the wreckage hastily for kindling to build up enough heat to start a larger piece of wood, knowing the others would be far ahead of her before she could get a light source ready.<br/><br/>On the other hand, the minutes spent preparing were minutes spent watching over (or at least, near) the downed guardswoman, so that offset her impatience some.  It might give Biggsky time to return with the horses too, so she  could be sure someone was watching the poor, thoroughly-used creature.