A shrug of her shoulders. "There's more danger in this world than those that wear their intent on their faces," she said, motioning to Grint where he paced. Dessa was tensed underneath her, uncomfortable with the close proximity of another animal. She liked company even less than her rider.

A second shrug. "But perhaps you didn't. Perhaps the creatures are still nearby." A sniff of the air. "This happened some time ago, but it's getting dark. Perhaps finding some shelter for the night would be best."