She nods turn back to her guards - the order is barked. Quick and sharp, and they fall in line, gathering their gear. They have nothing, it turns out, except what was on their back. Anything else was abandoned easily. They might be far from home, but soldiers they all were. A word is enough when she is the one telling them.

The last is to gather up her son in her arms. Lifting him easily in both her arms, propping him against her hip. The boy obedient in his mother's hold, nestling in close.

"We are ready."

Nods, ready for him to lead on.