Freya and Lorelai followed back to the stables. She returns Freya to her hold and straightens her skirt. She wanted to say something but she wasn't sure what. Right now she hardly looked like a princess with her messy hair and skirt covered in dust and leaves. "Isiah, if things get too bad, promise that you'll tell me what is happening.... I'm not a child anymore." Her lips were pressed in a thin line as she looked at the hay covered floor.