Herian nods to Hermione, and raises her sword cautiously, hand going to the hilt of her spirit blade as well. It was not to be taken up lightly, but the safety of those she worked with were beyond important. She hastens her pace a little, scrutinising the next bend in the road, and looks back to the party, a single brow quirked questioningly.

Very softly, "better a small number of us scout ahead, for certainty? Or that we gather close?"

Benefits to both, downsides, as well.