"O-okay..." The noble replied with a trembling voice. Still, all she could think about at that moment was death and how it must be waiting for them on every corner. With shaky hands she took the dagger in her hand, staring at its iron surface. She realized at the point that she would have to kill with it, if that's what the situation called for. In the moment of realization, she wanted to fling the dagger as far away as possible, scream and shout and run back to her father, to her warm home, safety, with three butlers and five maids to take care of her on her every whim.

However, Veronika resisted the urge, sliding the dagger silently into her purse's front pocket, keeping it a bit open. Her face was stone-cold all the time as expressing any emotion was beyond her. If she did, she would probably just collapse in a weeping, hysterical mess. 

As Alexa mentioned it, she tuned to look at the road, noticing its shape from afar. To her it was like a beam of hope, an actual sign on civilization! She sprung to her legs as Alexa stood up, stepping close to her, lightly touching her elbow as if she actually wanted to support the other girl for a change, but didn't know how. 
"D-do you need help?" She whispered. Something mentally slapped her, but she didn't feel it. She was as drunk from shock and stress, only thinking about safety and survival. 

In the far distance, on the road, a man could be seen leading a cow that was entirely covered with odd markings. As soon as Veronika spotted him, she began to yell. They needed help, they desperately needed it. "Heey! HELP! SIR! OVER HEERE! HEELP!" She cried, hoping that the farmer would hear her.