Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Iolaire stalked off. The girl possessed the same stubborn streak that both of her parents had. She was fiercely independent and didn't like to be told what to do. Resin couldn't blame her there. However, this was for her own good. Continuing on with an injury would be to her detriment. She was being saved from herself.

Throwing her weight into the harness, the behemoth brought the cart to rolling once more. It seemed easier now that she'd had a rest. Pulling away from the rest of the group, Resin put a bit of distance between them. Her rough tones, the result of Iolaire's father grazing her voice box with his teeth, carried to the man in the wagon behind her. "You did well. She'll forgive you in time." Of this, she was sure. Though Iolaire was stubborn and held a grudge, she was generally good-natured. Resin doubted that she would stay angry at him forever.