Margaret picks up her skirts, getting in the carriage across from Book-worm. "I steal a horse, and now a blind man is the coach," she sighs, steeling her nerves. [i]Curse human fear.[/i] Margaret's eyes harden. "If I'd believed [i]that[/i] I'd be dead ten times over," Margaret snaps at Book-worm, then sighs. "Forgive me," she carefully puts her hand on their shoulder in comfort, then leans back. She looks out the window. "I must be a coward if I could so easily accustom to the life of the mundane humans."