It's fortuitous that Marcus chooses this moment to take the lead and step ahead of her. Shame is momentarily so painfully present on Derrica's face as she tries to consider her answer, pulling the folds of her scarf higher as she follows after him.
"I was on a ship, far to the North," she admits.
His strides far outstrip hers, but she manages to fit her feet into his tracks to make her own way easier. Because he's offered her answers that are delicate and painful, she dredges up an explanation of her own.
"It was the best way I knew to disappear after templars destroyed Dairsmuid."
Derrica can't help but be a little proud of herself. The words are steady, if strained. Yes, it reveals her to be a coward. But even so, it is the first she has said aloud in such plain terms to someone who will understand exactly what she is referring to.
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"I was on a ship, far to the North," she admits.
His strides far outstrip hers, but she manages to fit her feet into his tracks to make her own way easier. Because he's offered her answers that are delicate and painful, she dredges up an explanation of her own.
"It was the best way I knew to disappear after templars destroyed Dairsmuid."
Derrica can't help but be a little proud of herself. The words are steady, if strained. Yes, it reveals her to be a coward. But even so, it is the first she has said aloud in such plain terms to someone who will understand exactly what she is referring to.