The Prince and Princess were sitting in the carriage, the curtains drawn to keep out prying eyes. The prince was staring straight ahead, a dark expression on his face. He didn't seem pleased to have to be in a carriage, especially with Rache.
Rache was also not pleased, but it was better than letting the man get on a horse and potentially aggravate his wounds. Even if it meant that they were both stuck in the carriage. Together.
Rache had managed to get a hold of a new walking stick, a bit more sturdy than her old one. It sat beside her, leaning against the cushion. A few books from Donncahd's tent were stacked in a neat pile beside it.
Interesting looking ones about Sideran history, by the looks of it.
Rache looked at him for a moment, then back out the window. "It's not a bad thing to sit in a carriage."
Donncahd grunted in response, clearly not interested in discussing it with her.
