Emberwood I'll wait for you there, alone.

Her warning and distance did nothing.

The man flattened. He wined like a child, and then spoke with soft tones, but not in words she knew. He was playing a dangerous game that Sanja had no interest in; trying to appease some part of her maybe, or appear harmless.

She knew better.

This forest, while beautiful, would be no home to her — she rumbles a low warning note as if to say, don't follow me, and then without taking her eyes from where he is submitting, stalks among the trees.