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”But you've survived thus far,” he reasoned, ”so clearly you possess a skill or two of some sort.” Surviving on one's own was not an easy feat, and certainly not for the weak-willed. There was no doubt in his mind that a fair amount that decided to brave the untamed scenery perished along any amount of untold cliffsides and ravines.

Or, maybe she was just lucky. Maybe the company that had graced her had been gracious. The possibilities were many and the truth was not something he thought to pry into. ”Either way, it isn't like you're close enough to raise alarm with your presence. Make no mistake that you'll get a warning with that nose of yours, but that's about the only one you're liable to get.” A sigh punctuated his statement, thinking of how Hydra did enjoy her opportunities to sink her teeth into backsides. The same could have been said of her family, though, and in reality by extension his own.

”If you head east, maybe a good day's venture, you'll find a river that splits the flatlands. As far as I know there's not much in the way of company out there so if you were looking just to travel on your own, it is an option.” Where there was water, there was food, and so on; he wouldn't pressure her to settle if it wasn't in her thoughts.