Neema, on reading the crumpled reply, blushes to herself and looks around, as if harboring quiet concerns that the author might be near and sizing her up. She'd left out her name, and used a word like "servant" rather than "priestess," partly in hopes of avoiding just such a person, but she must be transparent. Her hand lifts almost on reflex to remove the whole request, sure that she'd been foolish to think of entrusting her person to a stranger in unknown country for an unknown time...
...but then catches sight of Daniel's reply and breathes a sigh of relief, recognizing the name of the knight who had escorted the dwarf and herself to Hlint. Lady bless, if it is the same!
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She simply must stop stalling, and accept his escort as graciously as it was offered. She had just so hoped to see Lola, again - the young sorceress felt like the dearest of friends, despite their short acquaintance. Such bravery and sense of self in such a small package. Touring crypts would be perfect for the two of them. Though she knows it is a foolish thought, she stops to ask the falcon master if she has received any messages. Of course she hasn't, silly to think it would be otherwise. She does worry, though.
As she turns towards the inn, preoccupied with concern over what kind of trouble a certain sorceress might get into alone, she is startled to recognize the very knight who had seen them safe, before. Perhaps the goddess is as eager to see her young priestess out of town as Neema feels to be gone.