Decent

Taking a moment to examine her cloak, she hadn't realized that Artem was on the move. His voice at a distance is what shook her out of a state of trance, and put her feet in motion. "Coming, dear!" Her pitch high and filled with delight. There was something about traveling through the portal that left a good mood in its wake. Gazing at his lousy state, she realized what a decent looking fellow he was. That was only if she ignored the stench of left over breakfast, that clung to him since he had thrown up.

Realizing that what they were doing was looking for the horse, she quickened her pace. Walking at his side, she felt for the only dagger she had left in possession. It's presence brought her comfort. "