Thaler was glad for Olan's assistance, his hand in hers Jaelnec lead the way with them not far behind. It was strange to rely on someone again, properly at least, back home she'd relied on her kind guard but she'd always kept her senses sharp enough to avoid any potential hazards he hadn't' seen. Now she was putting her complete faith in Olan. She could sense the trees and knew Jalenec was nearby but aside that she was vulnerable and completely blind. If fear alone hadn't stilled her the knowledge of her own ability did, even if Rilon hadn't spitefully reclaimed his other gifts she would not be able to focus, with the stress of the day she was exhausted and trying to focus while exhausted wound up with her feeling nauseous and heady. 

She though managed to avoid any drastic calamities, stumbling only once on a tree root and slipping on a half buried stone but otherwise managing just fine. By the time they reached the clearing she felt a little better. She still didn't want another detour, another delay but at least it ought to be short enough, Aemoten and Etakar needed the rest. When they came to a stop she remained by Olan's side, uncertain where everyone or thing was. She'd heard the donkey and the crow following them and was relieved to hear them behind her still. She heard Aemoten's horse not too far away and Etakar's breathing a bit further away. Tilting her head ever so slightly she could make out the breathing of two other people and what sounded like a great big dog or some other beast snoring. Two new people and their pet? She wasn't sure so she said nothing. 

When Jaelnec introduced them she briefly cast a sideways look to where Olan was beside her, Olan really had no better descriptor than [i]Olan[/i]. As strange as he was marvellous, all knowing yet naive, fantastical and mundane, how could one define that into a title? Adventurer extraordinaire, about to speak she was stilled by Jaelnec's introduction of her. Her crimes didn't leave his lips and he addressed her as an apprentice, she'd forgotten about that, no, not forgotten, given up hope. Jaelnec though still thought of her as worthy enough? It was enough to touch her and still her into silence, her cheeks flushing a faint pink and her free hand slipping across her stomach as if to protect her.