As the group escaped, Aurelia watched the group's rear, noticing a rather disturbing trend in the refugee group's makeup. For one, their unmounted members were rather slow, and while the knight wearing the massive amount of armor could not help this, he at least seemed soldieresque enough to mantain his pace. At this point, that would make all of difference, seeing as they needed to outpace their pursuers just long enough for them to give up an undisciplined advance. Alice Laplace, however, did not seem the type to have the stamina nor impetus to stumble through the forest for long hours on the road away from certain death.<br/><br/>Aurelia sort of felt bad for the young girl, and having a mount of her own, she was compelled in the spirit of<em>nobless oblige</em>to intervene. Winging Aquarius around, she glid low beside her, letting her steed enjoy the momentary easy of ground-effect flight before coming to a stop. She offered a gauntleted hand to the younger girl.<br/><br/>"Come on, ride with me. You'll wear yourself out running ragged like that." The Illestani princess smiled, with a friendly wink.