Garahel stays put for the time being, either too caught up in protect-mode or maybe hoping that his loud canine self will keep attention on him rather than his two-legged buddies, but Inessa can't help but follow the fleeing Cade. That horrified expression, mirroring her own, is too much to ignore. She quickens her pace to catch up with him; since virtually everyone is taller than her, it's nothing she isn't used to by now. Whenever he slows down or stops, she will too, glancing back with dread.