Impatient, surely.  But scared?  Perhaps not.  The girl squirmed slightly against Rockmar's hold on her.  "Edith," she told him.  "I can walk, you know," slightly insulted to be treated like such a baby.  

Cedric followed the group down the steep path they had trekked up the previous evening.  The Constable followed too, pointing out a thin man robed in grey to Rockmar.  From their vantage they could see the thin man was engaged in a conversation with the sailors from the Elfleda, but could not hear what was being said.  "That is Father Beacom."

"My house is over there," Edith pointed to the right, pointing the group toward a small house where a man was busy lifting sheep, one by one, out of the house and handing them to a teenage boy.