Roran grabbed up his sword and retightened his quiver. 
"Eat. There will be no time whilst were walking." He gestured over the food she'd been trying to steal. They'd leave as soon as she was done. He needed the permission to leave, even if he had to lie in order to get it. "It's a three day walk." He added. He pulled at the two cords on his cloak and wrapped them further around his shoulders. He'd need to take her to one of the priests, and no doubt the King would need to know. Regardless, if he knew the King well enough, he'd want her dead. If it came to it, he'd take her into the god's Waste, if she was who he suspected, chances were they wouldn't die.