The sounds of the massive army around her seemed to go on forever, the same marching beat for hours on end, her ears tired of hearing it like sucking on a piece of fruit until the taste was completely gone. She groaned quietly to herself, her rear and thighs sore from being stuck in the saddle all day, only worsened by the fact that she had to share it with Jack; she didn't mind being close to him, but he took up most of the saddle himself, leaving little room for her that was uncomfortable no matter how she moved and positioned herself. The land was already getting colder, only adding to her misery, and she almost preferred fighting the creatures or vampires to the endless marching and cold.