The gratitude of the elderly. Kett muses sardonically to herself as she watches Maugrim pick away at the efforts she and Kleris had gone to to keep him 'safe'. At least he wasn't going to sit idle when they fought.

Kett glares at the overhead sun. Would that she could block it out for a while, would make her life much easier. "I'll be hopping off once we make contact. Horses aren't really my thing." She says offhand, but her hands were already tensing ready for the fight.