Lyanna looked at the old man, hearing his confession to being magical in nature the gondorian nodded; raising her voice in a much more relaxed form giving a darting glance to the Halfling whom she hadn't even noticed had moved surprised by her lightfootedness. Her gaze resetting upon the wizard as she spoke, lifting her helmet up over the crown of her skull; the interior padding fitting well over her skull as she lifted the visor in the front. 

"Aye I'll join you, as for your path it can't be more perilous then my own."

She knew news of her desertion had likely spread through Gondor, being that she was an easily recognizable figure constantly shadowing either Boromir or Faramir; and she had fled in plain sight taking off with a horse before they had been entirely overrun. However the group was clearly not hunting for her, as they could've easily apprehended her through sheer numbers alone; not to mention what business would elves, dwarves, a halfling, and a wizard have in Gondor? The Rohirrim man perhaps, but the group was far too peculiar to be searching for a run-away soldier; walking back over the snow embankment she had emerged from rolling up her gear in a neat wrap. Taking the chestnut colored war horse by its leather lead, putting the roll of gear over its saddle buckling it down with a simple belt strap. Walking out with the horse in tow, stepping into the stirrup with her armored boot pushing her body up and over onto the saddle with practiced ease; the horse throwing its head lightly kicking at the frozen earth gently.

"My name is Lyanna Estril, I don't know if it's good to have come across you yet; but the company is a welcome change in pace; I 
shan't intrude on your purpose not my place."