Hearing Nova's words, the others nodded in agreement, knowing that now this was their only option, but they had to tread carefully, or death's doors would be open to them in a matter of seconds, and that was not a good thing for any of them.
They got into the back of the carriage, and Nova helped her in, then sat down, and she leaned back against the side, and they looked at her, wondering if she would really be okay or if she was putting on a front to not worry them.
Nova glanced outside as the carriage began moving, and his eyes narrowed when he saw one among the masked members of the enemy looking at them from within the shadows of the trees; however, they could not approach them, not in the open and most certainly not now.
Dravon glanced at him, noticing he was a bit lost in space, and his brows furrowed. "Everything alright, Nova?"
