They ran in silence for a while, and Sam tried not to focus on her annoyance with Dorothea. She felt a bit bad about being so short with her, her one friend and the one person she related to in this world. She reminded herself that she wasn't the only victim here. Sam hadn't asked for any of this, but neither had Dorothea. Both of them had been thrown together into this impossible, overwhelming situation. When Dorothea had said in a small voice that she needed to apologize, Sam felt her irritation begin the slip away. She couldn't alienate herself from this girl. "Yeah. I probably owe you one, too." Dorothea had been in the middle of asking her to look out for any danger when she suddenly went quiet. Sam glanced down and saw that the princess had come to a halt and was sitting there on the ground.

Sam stopped, slipping a bit on the leaves, and looked back at Dorothea with raised eyebrows. "What is it, why have you...oh..." She had turned her head to look ahead and saw that the Marshal was standing on the path in front of them. He hadn't changed back into his armor and he looked ragged and bloody. Sam glanced at his injury and grimaced. It wasn't life threatening but she hadn't seen such large claw wounds up close before. She met his gaze as he glared at her and her own expression went stony. Then he looked down at Dorothea and declared it was over.

He was alone, his cohorts no where to be seen, and he looked so much smaller without all of that armor. But he was still dangerous, she had seen it on his face, and he was armed. Maybe they could outrun him, they were both smaller. But he wasn't weighed down by metal and he probably knew the forest better. "Where are your friends?" Sam asked quietly as she watched him warily and stepped back closer to Dorothea. "Those men that just left you there to be eaten? And speaking of what happened to the thing? The Jockal?" She eyed his wounds again. "Is it dead or...is it still out there?" It seemed so unlikely that he had killed it on his own, and she remembered how ravenously it had attacked her. Sam doubted that she'd ever forget the hunger in those glowing red eyes as it had looked at her.