The Templar before her remained silent for a long while, staring right through Zolya rather than looking at her. Regardless the Templar seemed to be thinking, probably. Perhaps trying to figure out if she was actually going help her, maybe trying to mull over the happenings of the past day, or trying to figure out something else about her. The only thing that broke the momentary silence was the anxious breathing of Rat coming from behind Zolya's back.

Then finally the swords vanished almost as if the sudden loud exhalation of their master scattered their form alongside the tension. She could see the silver dust returned to the Templar and seemingly melded into her skin... Seemed whatever this power was, it was more than met the eye. And now with the swords gone the wolves in the back as well relaxed more and slowly began wandering their ways back to wherever it was they desired to be.

[color=#018c3b][b]"I'm pretty sure she'll stay put for a while, and like I said even if she moves I have eyes on her."[/b][/color] She said with a smile before turning her attention to Rat. [color=#018c3b][b]"I can take it from here, you probably have devileries to get back to, don't you?"[/b][/color] Honestly she had no idea how fried Rat's brain was at this point, but the fact that he hadn't scurried off yet to get back to his deliveries wasn't exactly a good sign.

[color=#018c3b][b]"At any rate we'll be going around the outskirts of my little town here, it has become quite hard to traverse due to a little mishap. Oh and, walking the entire stretch to Shieldtown would take far too long for my taste, I can lend you a stag if you'd like, or do you have any other mode of transportation?"[/b][/color] She asked the Templar before mounting the stag that had brought her here.