[Zephyr]

Her ears twitched and slowly twisted and turned atop her head as she surveyed the area for any possible sounds other than her rag tag group. The only sounds that met were the sloshing of the river as the two exited on the same side of the bank she was now on. There was a shrill chitter from the bugs within the forest, and the occasional rustle of leaves as rodents scurried out of the sight of predators. However that was all she could hear. Zephyr had watched Asura drag herself across the riverbank bottom with her swords moments before and chuckled then shook her head. All three were sopping wet but it was unavoidable. She grabbed a hold of her wrap and wrung it out, as well as the cover with her cartouche which had her own name scrawled into it in ancient writing. Quirking a brow at Asura as she muttered her final sentence she could only sigh. The desire to smack the palm of her brow against her face, while tempting, would only aid to foolishness. Thus she declined in doing so. This was not the time or place for silly antics such as face palms.

"The easy part is over at the very least. Now then, let us depart. We will dry slowly over the evening but at least, with our garments weighted down from the water, we will not get caught or tangled in the thorns."

She would tie the fabric with the cartouche that hung in front of her body around her waist to bring it up and out of the way from twigs and other foliage that could have been an issue. With that she headed into the opening of the forest that had been made by animals over the years in search of water. The worn path was quickly over run with shrubbery and other plants. Gracefully she weaved in and out of them, ducking under branches and stepping over roots, only stopping on occasion to make sure those that followed were still with her. If they kept up a fast pace, they would make it to their destination within the next hour or two. Of course, getting there was the easy part, getting back, should it be the Divine storehouse, was another matter. Her lips twisted cruelly at the thought of her foes blood quenching her blades.