Ali didn't know what to say at first. Of course there was a bullheaded part of him that was not about to leave his home or his family behind. One that wanted to physically protect them rather than run away. But he saw the wisdom in her words. More than that, he became lost in her eyes, and marveled at how the elder's stories were true. Women had a way of effecting things, making you do things you wouldn't normally think to do. 

"Where would we go?" he asked her, mind warring with itself. He shook his head. "Wait, no. Taren's Ferry is the closest place, we'll need to go there." 

"Do you know a path there that isn't on the main road?" 

"I do. There's a small goat path through the woods that stray livestock usually take to eat the berries that grow near the town." He explained, knowing it was their best bet. He had not traveled through the brambles and thickets of the path in the dark since he was a boy, but they needed to do it to live, it seemed. Blood and Bloody Ashes, this couldn't be happening. 

"That will have to do." She said, and though he was the one who was seeing this all for the first time, he still noted she was slightly nervous. He didn't blame her. Ali gave her an awkward nod, and then went to gather supplies they would need. Dried meats and fruits, with jugs of water and flasks of brandy. He still wore his Bel Tine outfit, the green and brown colors good camouflage and the handsome vest padded enough to stop a glancing blow from a light weapon at least. 

He nabbed another outfit for himself, and another dress his mother used to wear for her. If she needed anything else he would likely be able to sew her something later. Once he was finished, he came back into the kitchen, resolve in his youthful, handsome face, his shoulders squared. Now that he was committed to leave, all of his stubborn determination would be into seeing it done. 

"I'm ready." he told Mave. 
[@Penny]