Was she being mocked?
Sunniva felt her flesh heat in anger, no doubt if her face were visible beneath her hood she'd be flushed and look ready to spit fire. "Don't be a pig," she hissed at Krah, disgust heavy in her voice after he'd made his comment. Sunniva would have kicked him but unfortunately there were so many viewpoints she couldn't quite see how close her leg was to his shin.
Shame flooded her system at how she'd been acting with the man and it took every ounce of willpower to keep her mouth neutral after being presented with the comment. "Thank you, Captain Waltrip but while his language is repulsive, Krah is correct. We have many stops to go and I fear it would take you and yours far too long to server as a proper escort to where we need to be - though I appreciate the offer and I'll mention your good manners when I finally return home." She nodded directly forward in thanks, assume she was being looked at while she was speaking.
It struck her then, after she declined. Why? She was a White Lily of the church. Why didn't she want an escort? Sunniva tipped her head down, knowing that she didn't want one simply because that would mean there were more people around and more people around meant there was a chance that she'd be seen for the fraud she was. Not mechanically, oh no. Sunniva was a very talented person but her faith? Her virtue? There was none of that left.
It was too late for her to turn Krah over to this group, too. Even as an after thought. Pity. "Come along, General. We have places to be and while I can travel in the dark, I don't know how well your sight fares in it."