Guess we wouldn't be establishing what the other could do then. Ok, guess that's what she got for asking? She seemed a little deflated at being ignored but shrugged it off pretty quickly. It was no different to normal at home, being ignored was honestly the better of the reactions she normally got for trying to suggest something. At least he acknowledged and agreed on the horses part, even if that was just common sense really. Parting with her horse, Adelyn would for the most part stay quiet.
A few grumbled complaints under her breath every now and then, especially when she stepped on a loud twig and seemed to scare herself more than much else. She was at least trying to make an effort to avoid dry leaves and sticks though, she knew the basics like that. She hadn't really gotten any experience out in the field so to speak, but copying what Mark was doing in front of her to avoid making a huge amount of noise wasn't that difficult.
Mind you, she had wanted to at least say a few things along their little trek, but thought better of it and instead would absently play and twiddle with her necklace. Wearing her earrings was a no-go right now, not around anyone with a chance of recognizing them. And if that garrison member really was watching them through their rifle scope, then she didn't want to drag the others into that mess. But thankfully she could still wear her 'lucky' charm, and instead focused on that to both keep her mind occupied yet focused, but also to calm her nerves.
Still, she did nearly walk into the back of Mark when he stopped, only just realising he had in time not to. She seemed annoyed by his gesture to be quiet, opening her mouth to protest, thinking better of it and just sighing and giving a thumbs up. One eyeroll later, and she was very much beginning to come to an agreement about this perhaps being out of her league a bit when she saw the imposing red creature slumbering. Well, by herself maybe, but with others? Uh...man she really wished she knew what they did specifically but they seemed competent at least so she was confident they could get it done easily enough. Still, she wanted to help and seemed frustrated at his gesture.
She hadn't come along just for sightseeing!
She was an Amberfield at the end of the day. Her pride most certainly outweighed her rationale and reason when it come to gauging her own skill level, but even so she managed to force herself to nod obligingly and get lower to the ground, hopefully out of sight as well if she could find some tree roots, a trunk or the like to hide behind while still keeping a view on the beast. Even though her fists were clenched from the frustration she felt bubbling over, she just mentally told herself it was fine. This was more than her father had ever allowed her to do, so wasn't this enough? Besides, a small voice in the back of her head told her maybe if she waited, she could find a moment where she could do something.
Prove that she was more than just the name of an Amberfield, but a proper mage of the family. Surely even someone as talentless and worthless as herself could manage to do something to help right? At least for now she could start by staying out of the way, though she kept a hand on her grimoire and began generating some extra Charge. If nothing else, it wouldn't hurt to be ready. Just in case she needed more than she passively made.