Sophia glanced around the room. "No, not by the order..." She couldn't bring herself to describe the scene again, it was beginning to wear on her too heavily. She looked back towards the girl when she suggested they flee. Part of her wanted to think it was a great idea. That they could just bolt towards the border and she'd be safe back home in a few days. The other half of her, though, kept running through situations where they were ambushed in the wilderness. Even if the Order wasn't particularly trustworthy, it was safer here, at least for her. The princess looked towards Feril, a look of concern crossing her face. "Feril... if you think you can get away then you should, but... I don't know that I would make it very far, not with what's after me." Her eyes fell to the table. She couldn't help but blame herself for the danger she was putting both herself and her companions in.