It seemed he felt bad for one reason or another. She didn't know what was on his mind that necessitated her to walk with him. He wanted her to be there by his side. It was a pressure she wasn't sure she was up for.

She was in part confused how he could dislike so much about her and yet still wanted to be close. She had not expressed her dislike for his character like he had for her. As it was, she knew he thought she was annoying, overbearing, frustrating, a nag, someone who seemed to speak to him evily, and someone who sought themselves only. These were all the various things he had spoken of her over their past fights and it had all come to a head for her in this one. Still, as she looked at him in that short moment between his asking and her answering, she knew she still loved him.

Love was self sacrificing, and despite her lacking want to be anywhere near him, she felt compelled to go with him. She shifted to the side from where she knelt down and slid off the back.

"Alright."

He had not let her work on much of the rug nor pray much, but he wanted to not be alone; it took priority she supposed. Slipping out, she moved off to the side of the path of wagons and silently walked with him, not close like normally, but just there with him. The wind was still blowing and she held herself against the chest with her arms. Her eyes seemed to wander elsewhere distantly, as if taking in the location.