Nari nods and tucks the parcel back into her pouch, making a mental note to include a few lines to that effect before handing it off. Dahlasanor could wait to plant--after all, winter was coming.

As Sina struggles a bit with her seat, Nari reaches to help guide the foot closest to her to its proper place in the stirrup, looking up with a grin.

"Dareth shiral, da'halla. I'll see you soon," she replied. After the horse moved away, the hunter sat on the stump and watched until her clansister was out of sight.

A touch of foreboding made her cross her arms and frown. But no. She shook her head.

Everything was going to be fine.