Laila followed him willingly, until they reached the drawbridge. She hesitated and stood still as Griffin trudged forward. Not knowing if she wanted to see the outside of her city's walls, she took a breath and moved forward. Her feet worked against her own will. In the castle, Laila had always been good and obeyed everything that anyone had ordered her to do. This was the only time she was hesitant. How could she not be? She was leaving her home. The place where she had been born and raised. From an early age, she was taught to obey. Clean, cook, organize. That was her life. Nobody ever told her she would be going on quests with strangers. Why would she? What made her so special?
"Wait," she called out to Griffin, realizing she'd fallen behind. She ran up to him and then apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I got behind."