All Ryder could manage was a smile. He was just tired. At that point, he was convinced it was more than just physical exhaustion. He was tired of the running and of being hunted. Not just the past few days, but this had pretty much been his life since the day he met Ashe. He wasn't getting any younger. Keeping up with their lifestyle was getting hard. Isabel took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"We have to keep moving. My spells have worn off by now and your uncle will be after you. I'll take him." She shifted Ryder so that the weight came off Ashe and onto her. Blake came over and offered his own shoulders to support Ashe, if she needed it. Isabel looked back at the orange glow of the camp. It was brighter than she expected. The smokestack in the sky was wider than it should have been.

"Fire." Ryder whispered. He could see what Isabel was pondering. Something happened at the camp. Rogue fire spells must have lit up the forest surrounding the camp. There was no telling how fast or far the fire would spread, but it was still good news. More than likely the fire cut them off from Alex. At least, it would be distracting him for the time being. Guards would respond soon and slow down whoever they caught in the woods.

"We need to get to get back to the capitol and find a place to lay low." Isabel shifted Ryder again. He was heavier than she expected. She was surprised that Ashe managed to carry him so far on her own. Once she got a better grip, Isabel started marching towards the city walls. She didn't have a plan, she just knew they had to stay a step ahead of their enemies. It was the golden rule from her life as a bandit.