Thyra grinned and shook her head. "I would rather not spend the first night of freedom stitching wounds." she teased, violet eyes flickering in his direction. She was quiet a while, her mind pondering over what the following evening might bring. "I may just hold you to that offer." she commented at last with a shrug. "There is nothing for me in Skyrim. And at least in Hammerfell I would be free from the Thalmor." She was almost proud of herself for recalling that tidbit of information from the hours of tedious studies she spent with Farengar, pouring over worn leather volumes and dusty moth-eaten tomes. Then, she had been far more interested in the lores and tales of the other provinces; heroes and villians alike. Now though, with the threat of the Thalmor and the growing tension between Skyrim and Cyrodiil, she was far more interested in the politics. Hammerfell had been free of influence from the Aldmeri Dominion since 4E 180. And, it was not a province of the Empire. Which to her meant that she would be able to start a new life in relative peace. If they made it that far, that is.

"How well do you know Cyrodiil?" she asked him, her mind still working on formulating a plan, a habit she had picked up from listening in on her uncle's discussions with his advisers. Balgruuf had always been a cautious man, never one to race into a situation blindly as her father often did. That much, at least, she respected. He would ponder and analyze until her father was nearly mad, but once he made a decision he knew every possible outcome and there was little room for error. She hoped to follow his example now.

Her first thought had been that they would need horses for the journey, but she had eventually concluded that this was a poor idea. With no coin, they would likely have to steal horses to acquire them. A redguard and a nord traveling on stolen horses would stand out like a sore thumb. With the same reasoning, taking a boat was out of the question. The empire would likely have guards checking every port and every stable from here to Daggerfall. They would likely be making this voyage on foot. Avoiding the main roads would likely be their best bet, less chance to stumble upon any guards who might be out patrolling, which meant they would need supplies; weapons, some form of armor, and at least a minimal amount of food. Smaller towns and villages seemed to be the best option in her mind, less chance for there to be guards posted, but more chance to run into trouble with bandits and other riffraff with far more nefarious intentions. 

It was a risk all the way around, but one she was willing to take, and she voiced her thoughts to him at last so that he could follow her train of thought. "What do you think?" she asked curiously, when she had finished her rambling, violet eyes gauging his expression carefully in anticipation of his response.