Gracie's eyes turned upwards at the situation ahead on the road - a man seemed to collapse ahead of them, but the guards headed forward and  a blinding light followed soon afterwards.  A little tension built in her throat as she looked around nervously, hoping this wasn't a bad sign for them.  As soon as Prescott ... and Tripp, right?  As soon as they started to bury the man she let out a sigh of relief - hopefully they wouldn't do such a thing if there hadn't been a problem.

Though the sword Isabella was looking at was a bit ... strange, at least.  Had it been the object that had given off the as they approached it?  Even from a short distance away, it was rather apparent the weapon was gorgeous and beautiful.  Just like the person holding it - that was her pride and work after all - although the princess seemed considerably more nervous than the object she possessed.

It would be easier to continue to walk and ignore her lady's obvious plea for help, but she knew how 'her nervous highness' always depended on her.  With a slight breath of frustration she let out a small sigh and sped up her walk so she'd catch up to Isabella.  She walked silently for a few seconds but then broke the still air with her voice.  [color=whitesmoke]"Apologies your highness, but something seems to be troubling you."[/color]  Her introductions were always formal, but they had known each other long enough that it wasn't necessary to maintain that.  [color=whitesmoke]"Is there something you need to talk about, Isabella?"[/color]  It was hard to get the woman to say anything unless you were blunt and direct with her.