"Maybe they don't like cats," Lena mumbled under her breath. She was irritated, the king had sent them an escort. Them, the Knights of Rexil being escorted by a...what did he call himself? Kato? Whatever, it was cat-boy to her. She sulked in her saddle, feeling slighted and achy. Perhaps she needed to be more active, although she couldn't imagine what she could do. Short of dismounting and walking. That just sounded ridiculous, she was more agile on horseback anyway. If that cat-boy tried anything, she'd be better prepared on Quinn's back than on her own two feet. She watched a bird fly overhead, feeling jealous of it's freedom. Perhaps after this mission was over she would take a very long vacation, somewhere sunny, with no weapons nor anyone to help. Just the sun. 

Triston considered Felix's words carefully. Granted he was no genius but that seemed odd to him. Why would these [i]things[/i] leave him alone while all other creatures were targets? It seemed too good to be true. In his experience, if something seemed that way, it's because it was too good to be true. His eyes narrowed as they moved along. Best to keep an eye on that one, he decided. 
"How long had you been in the cart?" Triston asked.