Neil too wondered at the implications at what just happened. Right now, he was likely presumed dead same as this woman, which might actually suit him just fine. At least for awhile. If he was to pop back up in a week, accusing Otto of something, or even just appearing like a ghost it would be quite amusing, and likely beneficial. For a moment his thoughts went to those poor patrolmen that likely were butchered where they stood, their blood spattered over a nice potato salad and delectable horderves. He pushed the thought out of his mind. Right now, he was far too curious on this strange magic woman who was evidently more than she appeared, and at her suggestion he pushed himself off the ground and patted his breeches, vainly trying to shove the dirt and dust off of himself. 

"Good idea," He remarked simply, offering a hand to help her to her feet. He pulled her up and helped her find her footing, before adding. "We'll probably get there an hour or two after nightfall, but we'll be close enough to the city to be relatively safe. I even know a way to get in the walls after the gates closed, hell, I'll carry you back, but before we go-" 

He pulled her suddenly closer, his hand having never let go of hers, their faces now eye to eye. His dark eyes were brimming with something that was hard to catch. Interest or curiosity, likely. "You're going to tell me who you really are. You're lucky I think you're cute or I would have asked in the cave. Then we'd both be buried." 

At that he simply let her go, checking his pockets, belt, and socks to make sure he still had everything on his person and nothing had fallen out in their mad dash, waiting for her to speak.