The woman, who looked as if she couldn't be much older than 16 or 17, turned her head sharply toward the noise, hand going toward the knife on her belt almost instinctively. But she seemed to relax, at least slightly, when her blue eyes landed on Roan. She sat back in the saddle and the horse slowed to a walk quickly, seeming glad for the chance for a more relaxed pace. The rider steered the animal to the far side of the road, putting a greater distance between herself and the strangers. "My apologies if I disturbed you," she said, seeming leery. "I'll, ah, let you get back to your nap..."