"Don't hold your breath on that," she whispered, still not feeling safe enough to raise her voice. "Men have horses, and though you are part of one, they have many. Let's just keep moving until we've exhausted ourselves. I think that might be the only way I'd get a good night's rest after this." And she kept herself pressed close, not just for warmth, but to just feel a little bit more secure. He was, in a sense, the leading force now in their attempt at freedom.