Jin's arms and legs were pumping, jostling the basket on her back heavily as she ran. 

"What's going on?!" The Prince's voice was laced with panic. Jin flinched, she'd hoped he was a heavy sleeper. No such luck this time.

"Keep yourself down, Highness. Everything is going to be just fine." Her voice came out much calmer than she felt. And she kept running, darting between the small markers for some of the traps she recognized. Behind her, she could hear Ishawari doing what he did best. He'd always been the better fighter, and while even she didn't think he could outright kill 2 assassins, he could certainly slow them down. 

"There!" She found another trap marker, and this time triggered it just as she ran past. A large axe creaked above them and started to come swinging down. Jin and the Prince were already moved from the trajectory, and she prayed that Ishawari was paying attention enough to dodge it. Jin's short legs ate the distance slowly. Far too slowly, she felt. If only they had switched places - Ishawari's long legs would have made the Prince long gone, leaving her to dip and dodge and duel with the two adversaries. BUt now was not a time for 'if onlys'. The moonlight ahead marked the path.

She stepped onto the ledge, inhaled once, and had to slow her steps. It wasn't like she was expecting a plush carpet under their feet, but this route was treacherous. She moved carefully, her own weight trying to displace the weight of the increasingly heavier basket on her back.

"My Prince, do me a favor. Stay as still as you can. I promise, on my honor, everything will be fine." 

She heard a muffled assent from inside the basket, and prayed to all the gods watching, that everything was, in fact, going to be fine. After all, they were only halfway across the ledge.