Sam nodded when Dorothea said that she trusted her. "Thank you. Your Highness." She grinned down at the cat and gave her a playful sort of wink. in her mind, however, she felt a strange sort of pressure. Sam hoped that she deserved that trust and she hadn't just made a huge mistake that could cost all of them their lives. She mentally shook her head. No. She hadn't made a mistake. Sam had to trust herself, and her instincts, and what her instincts told her was that she was doing the right thing. Sam couldn't allow herself to be plagued by self doubt, like she had every time she had ever taken a test in her life. She smiled to herself for a moment. Maybe if she got out of this and found her away home again she wouldn't feel so terrified to take the Bar. That test was nothing compared to this.

The tent's flap rustled behind her and she turned to see dwarves and August. His wrists were bound, his face was clean, and he was no longer wearing the colors of his kingdom. He just looked like a woodsman. She supposed. Sam had no idea what woodsmen were really supposed to look like. He fixed a glare on her, thought it didn't intimidate her as much this time, and he held up his wrists and commented that it had to be a joke. Sam looked at the ropes and had a suspicion that they were sort of pointless. He could probably free himself from them at anytime. It wasn't a particularly comforting thought, but she allowed herself to have a little faith. She looked back at him and shrugged. "I'm operating on a bit of faith here. Just be happy that they aren't carrying you." Her tone went completely serious and honest. "But seriously, if you try anything I will cut you using your own sword." Sam was done playing the victim. She had said she'd take responsibility for him and she had meant it and she was choosing to trust that him. But if the occasion arose she would defend herself. Juts like she would have back home.

But now it was breakfast time. She followed August and sat by the fire, accepting the food when it came to her. Dorothea began telling her the plans for their journey that day and Sam glanced over at her, having only one question. "Whose farm are we going to?" she asked, looking around at the rag tag group of companions.