[ That's the thing about magical creatures: a lot of them have a special sense of direction, when they're connected to the earth. Yan knows which way takes them back to Neverwinter, and she pays close attention, but—
Peter turns the other way.
Yan leans into him as they walk, using him as a makeshift crutch to keep her weight off of her foot. ]
I know.
[ Her voice is grim, anxiety buried under gravity. ]
I don't think they will be in a rush to find me, but... I can't give them the opportunity to catch up to me.
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Peter turns the other way.
Yan leans into him as they walk, using him as a makeshift crutch to keep her weight off of her foot. ]
I know.
[ Her voice is grim, anxiety buried under gravity. ]
I don't think they will be in a rush to find me, but... I can't give them the opportunity to catch up to me.