Erthe could almost feel Primrose's glaring gaze fixated on the back of his head. It made his skin itch and crawl and his chest ache as he sat tensely in the saddle as they moved, refusing to look back at the angry woman or speak to anyone. His red eyes stayed firmly on the trail before them or monitoring the trees around them. There was nothing of interest out in the forest right now, but who knew what dangers lurked along each mile.
Predators, bandits, terrain...
Nothing came, and the drow was thankful for it. Just trying to deal with the elves, Janus, and Primrose was quite enough struggle as it was to be heaping more upon him. Although he wondered if those other things might be preferable struggles to face. At least he knew how to deal with dangers - people, not so much.
Eventually he could feel the woman behind him leaning forward into his back, could hear the way her breathing changed to that of someone sleeping. As long as she wasn't falling off the horse he knew he should just keep going. They had to press on to their destination.
Instead Erthe brought Tucker to a halt, looking around them for a good place to rest, and also really looking at Ak'nen and Janus for the first time in hours. All the anger had gone out of him, and his voice was soft so as not to disturb Primrose before he absolutely had to. She couldn't be mad at him while she was asleep, after all. "Should we camp or just take a break?"