Cynane rode with ease, taking her time down the trail and watching mildly, though she always kept an eye out for movement. The group weren't that far ahead, and she was in no rush to catch up.
Jona was sitting on the side of the cart with his legs crossed, perfectly balanced. At one stop on the road Cynane had used some of her spare anteka hide to make a new robe to replace the filthy mat that he had first appeared in, but he had refused point blank to replace the tunic beneath it which appeared to have been a proper garment before it acquired its makeshift armour plating and years of grime in the forest where he had spent half his life. He didn't seem to be bothered by the difference now as he watched clouds drift across the sky, filtering the sunlight. He pretended to ignore the Rookie, though the man would have no chance of sneaking up on him if he wished to try. Jona was always more alert than he appeared.
OOC: @Kirke Oh, awesome! So, what's the story?