Adrasteia sits, rather like a bag of potatoes she thinks, on the floor at the foot of the burnt bed. She'd rather splash her face with some water, or drink some even, but doing much more than sitting seems like quite a feat at the moment.
She's trying to sort out the logistics of taking the pair with them. Probably tied to horses; two riders per horse is doable, especially given Adrasteia's Avvar horse, but that is too close quarters most likely. The woman will pose a problem no matter how they do it, she's certain of it.
Caladrius gets a tight-lipped smile as Adrasteia begins the process of taking the braids she'd slept in down. It's something to do with her hands, to pull her attention from the dull pain in her head, and she's not feeling overly friendly at this exact moment.
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She's trying to sort out the logistics of taking the pair with them. Probably tied to horses; two riders per horse is doable, especially given Adrasteia's Avvar horse, but that is too close quarters most likely. The woman will pose a problem no matter how they do it, she's certain of it.
Caladrius gets a tight-lipped smile as Adrasteia begins the process of taking the braids she'd slept in down. It's something to do with her hands, to pull her attention from the dull pain in her head, and she's not feeling overly friendly at this exact moment.