Hadyn could only smile at his comment as he preceded to gain them entry. Admittedly not the most difficult of confrontations but it probably served her well to have a Squire along for the ride rather than charming the gateman herself. The gelding followed Orion's mare without reminding, the brunette's eyes sweeping the village. She cast the man a wry glance for his statement, choosing to ignore it and continuing into the outpost. It was a sleepy town, nothing compared to Syliras but there was a quaintness to it. Hadyn could envision a life here and found herself partial to the thought.
So lost in her imagination was she that she nearly ran the chestnut up the other horse's rump as Orion halted and spoke to her again. Moving the annoyed beast to flank the Squire she cast him a dubious glance before shrugging a shoulder. His query was blanketed with sarcasm, a trait he seemed to use when the chance of vulnerability crept in.
"No meandering necessary," she replied with a simpering grin. "Besides, what would I do without you if danger were to strike? The doe may be trailing us yet."
She threw him a wink to reassure him she meant no harm. She didn't easily retreat from an opportunity to tease him. But with the matter settled the woman held the reins in one hand while she opened the dusty scrap of paper that would give them a heading. After scanning it twice, looking up once and then rereading the scribbles, the blacksmith finally moved her horse west. The houses were the same and the dimming light made her task difficult.
Peering into the houses while trying not to look overtly creepy Hadyn finally stopped at a tiny cottage off set from the rest of the homes. It was dilapidated and clearly in need of care. A candle burned within, illuminated through a grimy window near the front. Glancing around Hadyn found the place almost entirely deserted, folk returning to their homes for a hearty meal and sleep. As the sun sank below the trees the woman dismounted and approached the house. After securing the gelding to the rickety post with a quick release knot, Hadyn dug around in her bag before her hand located the parcel, wrapped with care and shielded from prying eyes. Catching Orion with an encouraging upward quirk of her lips the blacksmith's teeth flashed in the growing darkness.
"Shouldn't be more than a chime or two."
Crossing the grassy margin between the hitching post and the house Hadyn held the item loosely in one hand, dropped by her thigh. She halted at the door and thudded her knuckles softly twice against the wood. Shuffling and scratching occurred on the other side until the door was cracked open. A woman about seven years Hadyn's senior emerged, barely visible in the night, though a candle flickered behind her. Blonde hair was pulled back into a severe bun, the planes of her face suggesting a beauty in her prime, but stress and fatigue plagued her visage. She immediately grasped Hadyn's upper arm, her voice creaking hesitantly into the evening.
"That was quick," the blonde remarked, hazel eyes flicking to Orion's shadowed form. Hadyn smiled and placed a hand over hers gently.
"'Course it was," the blacksmith replied affectionately though her voice was equally hushed. "I make it my business t'be prompt. And don't worry none about him," she indicated to Orion with a subtle tilt of her head. "He's not a threat."
The blonde woman continued to stare at the Squire until relenting a chime later, her expression washed with relief. Hadyn presented the wrapped parcel to her, slipping it forward into her hands. Looking down at it the older woman cracked a smile laced with sorrow, the lines in her face deepening. She stared at it for some time before speaking, her face tilted downward.
"I 'ppreciate it, Haddie."
"Y'sure you don't want me to stay?"
"No," the woman's eyes jumped back to the brunette's face quickly. "I don't do this now I'll never see it done. Can't stay here any longer."
"Portia," Hadyn began gingerly, brow knitting as she glanced to the side. "Where will you go?"
"Oh gods, I don't know," Portia smiled again, this time with a bit more warmth as she stared at the item in her hands. "Away, though. Zeltiva, if they'll have me. Further perhaps"
Averting her gaze to the ground, Hadyn stared at her boots for a tick a frown pressing her lips. Portia extended her hand again to squeeze the other woman's arm, drawing brown eyes up. Shifting on her feet the blacksmith released a sigh before crossing her arms over her chest in the manner of a stubborn child.
"I'd do it for you."
"I know, lass. But," the blonde paused with another glance to Orion, her voice lowering several decibels, an anxious timbre to her speech. "Y'don't need blood on your hands. An' it's my path to take, eh?"
Hadyn frowned once more but nodded stiffly. Portia shook her head and smiled slowly. Only a moment later she was pulling at the fabric around the item, anxious as she'd been the moment she'd opened the door.
"You best be on your way now." The woman stepped over the threshold to look at the Squire, her voice throaty and nervous. "I thank you for bringin' her this way. There's a tiny Inn yonder. They'll put y'up for the night. Best not travel late."
Turning to Hadyn Portia clasped her arm one last time before dropping her hand.
"I'm in your debt, Haddie."
"You're a fool for not lettin' me help further," the brunette muttered with a scowl, her gaze on the poorly built house behind the blonde. With a tired laugh the other woman nodded.
"Aye. Y'keep yourself well, Hadyn."
Without much more than a ghostly smile, Portia backed into the house once more and shut the door, the sound of locks sliding into place then silence. Staring at the door for a moment before turning, Hadyn returned to the horses, expression grim. Looking at Orion in the near darkness, the woman untied her horse and spoke with quiet curtness of one not wishing to answer questions presently.
"To the Inn, then?"
She began walking in the direction Portia indicated, the chestnut sidling after her with a flick of his tail. She kept her pace slow so Orion might follow, ruminating to herself with a concerned and displeased visage.