Ridahne watched Darin mount Talbot and smiled lightly. "You're getting better at that. We'll make a horseman out of you yet, Darin." She didn't say it outright, but it was clear she was proud of her companion and the progress she'd made. Darin might never be a world-class rider or a renowned warrior, but she would no longer be the girl caught in a vine by the ankle on the side of the road, not on Ridahne's watch.

"Aye, we should go and see him. I expect the rest of the Workers will want to see us off anyway." They guided their horses through the fields between neatly planted rows of vegetables, herbs, or flowers there simply to give the bees something to make honey from. Now that she wasn't thundering down a hill to save Darin from what looked to be an angry horde of strangers, Ridahne took much more care to avoid trampling the flora with Tsura's hooves. "I got you some leather and waxed thread to make some falconry gear for Taja to avoid tearing up your arm all the time. They will be stiff at first but wear them long enough and you barely noice them. My blade harness has just become a part of me now. I've slept in it ever since it was made for me, and now I feel naked without it." She chuckled. "Speaking of your arm, I hope it's not too painful? And that shoulder of yours?" 

They rode back to the farmhouse, where people had seen them coming and many had gathered already to see them off. To be honest, she'd never really had a group of people gather to say goodbye to her if she left. Individuals, of course, but no one had ever come to 'see her off' in a group like it meant something. When she'd left Azurei, she was led to the stables with all stealth to avoid an uproar in case word got out already that she was the one who killed Khaltira, and the only people to watch her ride away were Ajoran, Amaiera-Sol, and later, Hadian. Ridahne was just glad there wasn't a big procession or anything, or else she might have tried to crawl out of her own skin. They just gathered without any formality.