Dragoncrest Cliffs in a circle there they stand

She winced slightly at the other's words— not because they were spoken with any aggression, but for the clear gap in her worldly experience— and then nodded her acceptance of their truth. It solidified her decision all the more, to be somewhere that the Mayfair name meant nothing. To be somewhere that would break her of a sheltered life and of naivety. When the fiery woman refused to answer her question, Emaleth fell into a dejected silence and dutifully followed the escort. She supposed she was lucky that she hadn't been killed outright for her error, but she was distressed at the thought of losing something she had set her heart upon.

If there was no other choice, perhaps she could find Freyja again— or, failing that, swallow her pride and find her brother's pack. It wasn't such a bad idea, to live secure somewhere for the winter and strike out again when the weather was less likely to kill her. Still...

"Her name was Thuringwethil," she continued with a sharp intake of breath, feeling as though she was going against protocol once again, but desperately wishing for some sort of answer she could use. Even if it was that the mysterious, dark woman was no longer here. "I'm looking for her because I want to join her."