She made it through the whole process, which was great, but he wasn't surprised when she stepped back and threw up into the grass. Tyrian watched her impassively. He was long past the point of incredulity so he spared no scathing thought about why this could move her to empty her stomach when, presumably, she saw the same scene at mealtime and managed to tuck in and not throw up as she ate. The world was a strange place filled with strange, sad creatures. This was becoming all the more real to him as the morning progressed. He gave her one wordless shake of his head and opted not to make a comment. It seemed fitting to let her vomit stand, so to speak.

Tyrian took a deep breath and shared a long look with Tashi. The langur's face was dispassionate to anyone not familiar with his idiosyncrasies, but Tyrian could read him like a book. They were in agreement. The young king turned his attention to Aryn. He was tiring of this; all of it. In truth he wasn't sure this woman would learn. He felt genuinely bad for her and was truly tempted to keep her and try to teach her right. But, and this was important, he recognized that if he did, this was the sort of infuriating challenge he'd be subjecting himself to daily. Just the thought of repeating this morning was giving him gray hairs.

His mind was made up. He was going to let her leave without slaughtering a lamb. "Alright, I think that's enough. Aryn, I'll take you to the border now. Tashi and Zahir can handle the rest from here." He'd come back and help with the smoking or whatever Tashi wished to do after Aryn was sent off.

If anything else, Aryn was determined to at least not pass out. It was her focus upon the tactile part of the world that kept her from seeing any more of what Tyrian or his companions were up to, and when he spoke once more his voice sounded far away. She turned towards him, blinking bright pink eyes as she struggled to recall and absorb the words. "Wait, really?" Almost immediately she realized her mistake - no, she wasn't going to give him the option in the slightest to take back the kind gesture of releasing her. "Nevermind, yes, I'm going. I know the way don't worry. Sorry, uh, again. For the whole..." Her paw gestured, vaguely motioning to the entire scene before her as well as the vomit before she placed it back down with a exasperated sigh. "Stealing thing." As quickly as her paws would move, she pivoted away from the carcass and out back towards the border. It was likely that Tyrian would accompany her regardless, but Aryn had no intention of turning back to see nor giving him any more ammunition with words that weren't polite 'mhmm's. She struggled to keep from breaking into a run, only so that he'd not think she had something sneaky in mind and found reason to tackle her once more. -exit- "Speech" "Thinking" "You."