She wasn't sure if the demon tainted boy running off was a good or a bad thing.  It was rude, decidedly rude, but if rude was the worst he had to offer she'd consider that a blessing.

With a click of the reins the horse drawing the carriage fell into step behind John and the vardo wagon followed.  Assallya pondered the boy because now that she could see him she recognized him as a very small, very human boy.  To think he would be the one cautioning her on traveling safe.

"Excuse me young man," she said, "I am travelling to the inn myself.  I plan on dancing there for a little coin, hence my attire.  Lust is the intention.  You could ride up here on the bench if you like.  You're probably a better shot with the crossbow than I am anyways."

She could also add that some of her spells, particularly those of fascination and enthrallment worked a fair bit better with her attire.

"Where are you travelling young lad?"