As the maid gave instructions to the other campers she looked over towards the princess, as if slightly concerned but remaining there to help with possible and necessary arrangements, puffing out her cheeks in slight frustration as Edith gave her a little bit of verbal trouble before obeying the order.

The blade remained silent for a short period of time, as if contemplating what was going on as much as the princess was.  It was becoming more and more apparent that she was totally foreign to this land - after such a long time, it was impossible to simply look at a person and make sense of it.  The changes always seemed to blend together.

The winged sword however seemed to have other thoughts as a voice entered the mind of it's wielder.  [color=lightblue]"Your Highness, a castle or cave would be more appropriate for this occasion."[/color]  The sword seemed to speak as if it was utterly confident that this should be heeded.  There was a slight pause from the sword as it continued.  [color=lightblue]"A couple of miles ahead there is a fortress we could stay at."[/color]

The princess would get the notion that the sword had more to say, but it remained silent in her hands as they were nearby the horse.