Honeyed Pasture Cut off his head immediately, and stick it on a pike!

The boy answered her question curtly, vaguely, obviously afraid to give away too many details of their pack. Chase didn't chastise him for that, but gazed at him with something akin to curiousity as she swiped her tongue across her teeth, lost in thought. She didn't want to join his pack and serve this Lord Skellige, but on the other hand, she wanted to help him, very much so, and was torn between her two decisions. Her brows creased into a frown as she studied her options, biting her lip as she thought.

Chase made her decision then, and sighed softly, gazing at the boy. "Okay," she murmured, almost as if steadying herself. "I'm going to..go now. You'll be alright, will you, Tetsubo?" she inquired with a small cant of her head and a steady smile. "Promise you won't..like..fall over and die, or cough to death or something embarassing like that," she said before cursing herself. Why was she telling him to 'promise' her, he wasn't a kid, Jesus, she needed to control herself. "Anyways," she forced a smile now, "Good luck, mate. Maybe I'll come find you along the coast one day."