As they began moving at the command of the older man, Elya realized he must be the guard assigned to protect her. Much to her chagrin, the specified knight was not one of her favorites, as he was such an odd and gruff man. The sight of him brought a slight pout to her face, as she cast her gaze downward, to look at the worn leather saddle on which she sat. Odran was a very protective man, a very loyal man, but a very tiring man to be around for more than a few minutes at a time.

Giving Nimerya a soft nudge, the horse began to move, matching the pace of the rest of the caravan easily. Elya did not respond to either for a moment, trying to formulate a set of responses to both the farmboy and the southerner. After a bit of thought, she finally spoke, first addressing Mhairi. Her voice was soft and slow, as if she was building the sentence around and after each individual word- an architect with an obsession for perfectionism, despite the fact that she was unable to actually form a decent sentence.

"Yes, I- I'm from here. Edessan, yeah. Lea."

Trying to emulate their more casual speech patterns, she turned to her other side to glance back at Dalsarad. The pout on her face turned to a soft smile, though she did not quite meet his eyes, as if shy.

"Just Lea. I..."

Thoughts ran through her head, wondering what to say to the man. Boy? She could not decide- he was clearly a youth, but not a child, nor an adult, otherwise he would be off fighting. He seemed honest enough, but she never could tell with common folk, where their true intentions lay. She could not be honest to him, that was for sure, but she could not say nothing in response, for fear of inspiring further curiosity and therefore additional interrogation. Elya realized she had been silent for a moment too long, so she suddenly spoke, as if accidentally letting the words vomit out of her mouth.

"I'm just going to miss it here. I said a lot of- a lot of goodbyes today, and I'm afraid it's the last time I'll... You know."

Elya felt her smile trembling, so she relaxed the edges of her mouth into a more neutral expression. She looked up, straight ahead, at the rest of the caravan. Horses and carriages, adults and children alike, walked ahead of their little group in lines and clusters, disappearing into nothingness along the horizon. They seemed to her almost an illusion, a mirage- the last time she had seen so many people in the same place was several years ago, at the wedding of a great lord to the daughter of another. Citizens of noble and common birth both wandered ahead, seeking refuge in the same place, and that was both odd and amazing. The groups of people, clumped together in familiar sections, seemed to blur together like an artist's paint. 

After a moment, she realized that the blurs were due to the tears welling up in her eyes. Nothing had yet fallen, so she tilted her head backwards a bit, and stared up at the sky. Once her eyes cleared, she managed a smile again, and looked ahead of herself again, to guide Nimerya a bit more accurately.

"So, where are you from, farmboy? What region?"