As Martin had requested, Abelina came to a slow trot and finally stopped, allowing him to unmount so she could shift back to her natural form. For a long moment, she was quiet, until she finally turned to face Martin. "What happens now?" she paused, "I don't wish to run my whole life.. they will have a bounty on us. No one will care about the real culprit." her voice was a bit shaky now. Her blood was boiling with rage at the fact that she was practically being framed. Her need to prove her innocence would only grow stronger, even to the point of being an obsession.