It has been a while since they dealt with the ambush, and yet Janesca hasn't heard a peep from Alexander. Readjusting her grip on the girl she currently had slung over her shoulder, she craned her head to peer at the trudging duo behind her.
Alexander was barely looking at the road, only mutely walking ahead for the sake of making progress in their travels. Raymond was in a significantly better mood, but even his gait seemed unduly muted in Alexander's presence. Head still held high, there was no flourish in his tail swings as he continued trotting along, the mud from before still stubbornly clinging to his legs.
Still, his appearance was much better off than Janesca's. Her armor looked absolutely caked, with nasty splotches reaching even her breastplate while anything below her waist
