This was...more people than she'd seen in over a year honestly. Given the fact she'd fled the abbey at night and through the sleeping village nearby, it may be more than she'd been graced to see even in two years...

Every moment, honestly, she assumed someone would say this was wrong, or would decry her as foreign and evil and call the hunt once more. Instead people seemed...awkward. She started apologizing, quietly, to, to each person that approached them? She did not know the ruse, but the soft words seemed to reassure as well? "yes, please." Yes, ground. Firm ground would be nice...the lights were getting a look though. They were...like way stones. Huh.