Everything around her sent her into a
swivet.
The fog closing in, the herd of deer taking their leave, the fact that Datura was here beside her... willing to protect her. She was wholly glad that her prince was quick to deny that he lived in the area, but the story of his arrival here put her on tenterhooks.
"Me too!" she nearly shrieked, her voice strained as she managed to hush her exclamation.
"This lady found me and she brought me here."Upon being told that he would keep her safe and that everything would be "alright," she beamed up at him, her expression still identical to the gaze she had given him when he had saved her from a skunk. The sensation of feeling his touch along her cheek coaxed from within the depths of her being the courage that had taken cover during the hours she had been left alone. The certainty in his voice was enough to make her recall who she was, who she was with... Any nobleman, she knew from her Uncle Angier's stories, took pride in protecting his lady; but, the way she saw it, it made more sense for her to at least attempt to rise to the occasion in turn. Two souls, emboldening one another, seemed like they would have a better chance of survival than just having him protect her...
"We should probably follow the deer," he suggested and she heartily nodded, finding enough solace to swallow the rest of her cries and whimpers and redeem her voice. "Probably." She cautiously lifted her head, to look to him fully before turning to look over both of her shoulders. Left, right, then left again and back to Datura as she took a step in a random direction, having been disoriented again as the mist engulfed all traces of the herd's departure. Her nose picked up the scent of the deer and she whirled about again, catching sight of a tawny, barrel-shaped ribcage through the trees.
Taima started after it, sending it leaping through the haze faster than it anticipated. The girl's ears perked up uncertainly before laying back down, her wide golden eyes seeking to hold Datura's. A hint of a smile played on her lips before disappearing completely. Never mind that he had outright told her that she didn't smell anymore or seemed outraged that she thought he was the heir to this ethereal perdition. Datura had had the mind to save someone other than her, a momentary damsel-in-distress at best, and he had the wits to think of following the deer in hopes of finding a way out. Also, not to mention, that he had also cultured the chivalry and gentlemanliness to physically comfort her with a fleeting touch.
Something beyond their midst caught her attention and she quickly set her eyes in the direction of rustling foliage and snapping twigs. She lifted a forepaw, an indication of her growing hesitation to venture further into the unknown, and she waited for him to lead. Following close at his flank, she worriedly whispered, "Have you seen that guy recently? Like, did he come back to check up on you? The lady that brought me here said she'd return soon but she hasn't."