Sana perked a brow slightly as she watched Hugh with his pipe and wondered why he felt the need for it right then; pushing the thought out of her mind as he pulled her closer. She leaned against him slightly as the wagon began to move, listening to his attempt to try to comfort her. She knew he meant well but she wondered if he was truly grasping what she had said. Sighing inwardly she painted a smile on her features and looked up at him.

	"I'm not looking for her," she said in somber tone before looking away. Finding Remara wasn't an option, not now or over the more than a decade of time since she left. In fact she had purposefully avoided being anywhere her troop may have traveled over the last years. Trying to ensure she wouldn't run across them. There had been close calls but she had managed to evade them knowing when she was around. Not to keep herself safe but to make things easier for Ramara, she didn't want to put Ramara through seeing her again and having to say goodbye once again. The thought alone was too painful.

	Taking a deep breath she leaned up and kissed his check softly before pulling away. Her arm band still rested on the floor of the wagon, figuring Atros was busy she picked it up and moved to a bench in the wagon, leaning back slightly as she fiddled with it after she had sling her bow across her back. Thinking to herself if he understood what she said once again, if he knew what a courtesan was, that is far more than an average prostitute. 

	Reaching up she rubbed her temples and groaned inwardly, going into detail about the profession was not something she wanted to do and it dawned on her that a paladin, current or former, probably wouldn't have ever crossed paths with one. Shaking the thought away, she focused on the task at hand. They had three days to get to their destination and then who knew what would happen. She figured focusing on an unsure future was better than a set in stone past.