ai don fis disha spichen gona op

The reply is earnest, but Echelon is aware that it always comes with a price. It is not in her decision to determine whether or not Emori was suitable for Tartok and rightfully so, she began to cast away the idea that she could decide such things. She knows that she must bring her to Tonravik and to do so required a certain trust from the other that she is uncertain she can obtain. And so, Echelon takes control of the situation by stepping in closer to her, wondering.

"You will come with me," she states with nothing more to offer. "Tonravik must decide." Perhaps stating that the decision is out of her hands is best, a modicum of courtesy that pinpoints that she is not able to make that final call on her own. Echelon started off from where they were, moving past the dark-haired foreigner to the downward slope of the terrain, and hopefully, towards Tonravik. Echelon does not know how much ground her aokkatti has covered, but knows that once they clear the higher climes of the mountain it would be much easier to track the untraceable superior.

She knew what to look for in her search.