Spot marched silently forward, carrying the pup for as long as it stayed still. When it started squirming, she plopped the little wolf down on the ground. She gave him a quick, "Come along." then continued. The wolf pup followed quickly at Spot's heels, only glancing every so often over his shoulder to look distrustfully at Jarrett. Spot continued much the same way after they got to the road. Now that they didn't have a cart to shove Mr. Allendale in - they'd lost that while fleeing the inn the night before - the corpse had to ride their horse, meaning Jarrett, Spot, and the pup had to keep walking. So that's what she did. When the pup got tired, she carried him again until he squirmed, then put him down again to let him follow.
Spot stayed quiet while they walked, though her posture relaxed a little and wasn't quite so icy towards Jarrett. Instead of being angry now, she was thinking. Wondering what she was doing with this assassin. Or, more accurately, what he was doing with her? And how long would it take for the Soot Wolves to catch up with them again? They'd probably be after both of them. The ones looking for Spot, and Jarrett's "Honor Guard." Plus she was starting to doubt herself. Jarrett might have been confused about Spot's mood earlier, but no less so than she was. Spot knew herself, she knew her heart usually made decisions for her long before her brain caught up. Not romantic decisions! Not like that, but Spot cared too quickly and too deeply for people. She glanced over at Jarrett while thinking this through. There wouldn't be anything to gain, she was sure, if she ended up caring for someone like Jarrett who... Well, who had all the emotional depth of a mannequin..
He'd been awfully good to her so far, there was no denying that. But he said himself he didn't know why. And when he got bored of her? When he realized that he had no clue why he was carting her around? Would he just leave her, wherever it was, or sell her, or change his mind about assassinating her?
This was churning in Spot's mind when they crossed a road. The sign was old and poorly kept, but Spot still recognized what it said. "Cerenis," accompanied by an arrow to the left. Spot crossed the road and walked on for another twenty paces. She remembered when Jarrett killed the dog, and what she decided then.
It was midday now and there was no way she would do it once the sun was down, once night fell.
Spot stopped suddenly, and turned to face Jarrett. She looked him over for half a moment, pulling a face. Then quickly and rather inelegantly said, "I think Timothy," presumably the wolf pup, "and I are going to go that way," she pointed to the road they'd just crossed. "You've been swell, but they'll be looking for us together, and what would we do after Prophet's Point, anyway? I mean," she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, giving Jarrett a funny look, "I don't really like unfinished business, but I think it's for the best."
