"Yeah, I'm fine with waiting. I can give a whistle for my horse while I wait."
She laughed at Rion.
"I've never been good with crowds, you see. And I've heard the knights can be really wicked when they want to be."
After taking in a deep, heavy breath, she let loose the high pitched whistle her horse normally answered to. It died after a moment or two, and she pushed the noise out again, hoping if it didn't hear the first one, it would hear the second.
There was a hint of disagreement in the back of Kizora's mind. Humans, weaklings? No, no, not at all. Quite cowardly at times, even more dangerous at others. They were manipulative, vicious beings. To underestimate them was dangerous. Her mother learned that the hard way.
Kizora shoved the thought away. There were more important manners at hand, like Telrin. Helping her to the city would be life saving. She'd been wandering the forest for quite a while now, and though she had believed she could find the path herself, that hope was fading fast.
"I would really appreciate that, Telrin. I've been at a loss without a good map."