[OMG I THOUGHT I EDITED IT! D8 I totally meant to! WHOOOOOPS! xDDD]
She did, indeed, see the hand print. Gwen cocked an eyebrow, lips still pulled tight and unamused, and shot a glance at the girl. But the girl said nothing, and only flinched and slid her eyes away toward the floor.
What Gwen didn't notice, however, was the way the girl was clutching her shoulder with a hand, hiding the mark "Rylan" had left on her. After all, the girl had her arms crossed over her chest and knees drawn up against her, like she was cowering, so the action didn't seem all that out of place.
"Hmph," Gwen said, and gave "Rylan" another narrow-eyed glower. "Good for her. Now shut up and stop fucking around. I swear to God if I hear another peep out of you..."
And she turned to head back to her horse, rubbing her aching temples as she went. Soon enough, the wagon was back in motion.