Roran feared her next move. Yet it was pride he feared. She would understand, or think him mad. He cared for the latter, as any man would. His eyes darted between the ground and the metal his hand clung to. How was he supposed to word this? Staying silent, the blonde turned to look at her, watching her move towards the door and stop him simply with her hand. If her gift has awoken the gods, Yaska would have been standing behind her now, giving her all the qualities a woman possessed. Strength, beauty, wisdom, wit and the ability to stop a man in his tracks, no matter who they were. He left his arm limp, feeling her pull the door closed. 

When she spoke, Roran felt the desperation for an answer in her whisper. She needed to know, not knowing could get her killed. He took his eyes off her hand and allowed his eyes to click about, as if to grasp would out the air before them. 
"No mixture known here is enough to prevent a Wargs infection." He dropped his voice low. "On the mountain, there is no break in the snow. Not in my years." He paused, searching for the words he needed. Had it not been an extensive journey ahead of them, Roran would have taken her to the temple pools himself, yet the journey reached nearly three months in length. Of course this was provided they didn't die from dehydration. "Something changed the mountain's mind- the gods' minds. Andor is not safe for you. Not with the king's family on the throne. The gift you have will either get you killed or bring you power amoungst the entire of Andor and its neighbours. But you're not safe here."

He stopped himself. Waiting to see if footsteps continued. He heard nothing. Carefully, he turned back to Ysabel. 
"Dress. We have to leave." Maybe he was being too cautious. None of them would even consider Ysabel to be a Queen. They didn't have the imagination. "If we leave tonight, there will be less chance for questions. Less chance for anyone to find out." He stood with his back to her despite her being in appropriate attire. He turned out of honour and respect. "You have to understand that no one must know. The King will have your head if anything is known. He knows the people would follow you instead. He knows they wish for the god's return, and Andor's rightful heirs." 

That would be a problem. No God's Queen ruled without her own king, illuminating the kingdom as a couple and never alone. Both sides of the coin needed to be shown. Roran turned back slowly and peered out the door. He was nervous, of course. But she needed a horse and a direct route to The Wastes.

**wasnt sure if you had a plan for Derrin so I left it open**