Noah gathered up the remaining supplies after the pot and bowls had cooled, and then cleaned, then from the corner of his eye, saw her trying to step off the wagon as he panicked. He knew the wound was unlikely to reopen, however the possibility was still all the more real and might mean a longer healing process than the current.

“Wait, Ms. Allie, you mustn’t do that!” He called out, as he ran toward the wagon and extended his hand out to her.

She took it.

“Thank you,” she said as she stepped off and limped over to the nearby pond.

Noah thought perhaps to stop her or give her a hand, however, she seemed most on guard for herself. And most odd however, it seemed as thought she didn’t experience pain in any way. It had been that Noah had also read this in a book. His novels, him, and his travels, made for quite a creative mind.

He decided not to pry on her too much and began packing up everything, and then making his way to Sara where she stood, chewing on grass, with an apple in hand.

“Princess Sara,” he called out to her with a smile and a bow. “We must continue on our travels to see Leo. I know you would very much enjoy that.”

He led her to the front of the wagon, fastening her to it before hearing the snapping of sticks, seeing Ms. Allie had returned.

“Oh, Ms. Allie, we shall be on our way again. I suspect we might arrive in Kowa tomorrow evening, and stay the night. And then I suppose we’ll be on our way to Koiki.”

He held out his hand again for her, feeling the weight as she pushed herself down to lift into the back of the wagon. Being so close to her once again, Noah realized how dirty she was, as if she hadn’t bathed in days. He wondered how long she had been out in the wilderness. Although he was a lazy young man, even he knew which ponds and lakes were safe to bathe in.

He closed the bottom small door of the wagon that prevented supplies, in the current case bags of flour and a strange woman, from falling out. He moved to the front and climbed up before clicking his tongue to make Sara move, and she said.

Toward the horizon, rolling islands could be seen - hills that would turn into meadows filled with flowers once spring would arrive in full. A new season would bring new shifts of life to the island of Marude.

He turned once to see Allie leaning against the side of the wagon. He wondered if he was being gentlemanly enough, she had seemed fine, however he could not push the thought away that she might have been utterly dangerous. He curiously began small talk.

“Ms. Allie, your accent is quite similar to mine, I have noticed, are you from around these parts?”