Cassandra is doing much the same, the occasional glance at him as they ride companionably together. She might have to persuade him to do this more often. Go riding with her. Travel with her. (Or let her travel with him.)

“I’m attempting to map out the world, and learn more about the creatures in the forest. As well as gather plants for the apothecary and myself.” Because she’s keeping a few jars of salve on hand, in case of injury. “But mostly I’m enjoying the freedom to go where I choose.” She pauses, and adds. “I’m enjoying having the choice.”

No one here knows her past. No one here knows her. This is the most she’s spoken about it. The most she’s said about having had her freedom, her choice, taken from her.