Wynter was a mess of nerves by the time she returned to Shadowfair. Paranoid more than anything as she continuously looked over her shoulder to make sure that she was not being followed. She had sworn to herself that she would never step another foot in D'treoh, but she had caved all for a loud mouthed brat. Not only that, but she went against Ja'harra.
Swallowing thickly, she shuddered as she tried to regain some sense of composure in the dingy run down building she had decided to camp in. It was far enough from the tavern for her to be certain that no one would spot her. She hadn't stopped to rest fully once since she had dropped off the talkative princess a week ago at the gate, simply wishing to get as far away from that castle as possible.
A part of her felt guilty about having just left the girl like that, but Wynter was sure that she would be fine where she was. Nobles took care of their own right?