Serra had become accustomed to sore muscles, tired feet, and fish. Still it wasn’t all that bad, certainly better than scullery work which she absolutely loathed. Of course she wasn’t all that fond of the weird places Aiden had chosen for them to sleep, but she had no idea what to do and left all that up to him. She just had to trust him. She wasn’t sure why she did, maybe because he was about her age. Of course lots in her old gang were her age but she didn’t trust them; in a gang everyone was looking out for themselves first and the thief lord kept order. 

Here she actually felt a little more relaxed than normal. Maybe because it was because there wasn’t really anything she could do to alter her fate at the moment. She just didn’t know enough in this situation to be of any use. She could walk and carry things though; she had done that all her life. So that’s what she did. She also refused to eat raw fish; fish was bad enough but raw was terrible so she helped with the cooking when the stopped to eat dinner. 

They walked in silence. For Serra’s part its because all of her energy was being taken just to keep going. She was very tired, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world but it didn’t make her inclined to chatter either. She just followed Aiden and tried not to think about when they would stop next. 

She caught the sound of peoples voices carried on the breeze and halted in her steps. She had no idea if they were friend, foe, or worse. Her wide eyes darted instinctively to the brush on the side of the road but she could tell right away if she tried to push through it she would be heard. It was thick and somewhat dry, there was no way she could clamber through that without leaving a trail so obvious a blind deaf man could follow. 

She looked to Aiden hoping he would know what to do next; this walking on and on forever was his department after all. She hoped he would know if what lay ahead was dangerous or not. She would take her cues from him.