Without so much as a nod, Medrau shrugged her jacket tighter around her shoulders and, as if to spite Amy's expectations of her, took the lead.

Hiking was boring, in Med's opinion. She passed the time turning the gears in her head double-time, trying to decide whether this was Awiergan or a pesky trick. It wasn't as if she could trust her either way, but it would be nice to know which tactics to use if she needed to do her manipulation thing. If that became the case, she'd rather it be Amy. The girl was a wreck and had an obvious weakness in Song herself. Medrau could play-act too.

Of course, it might not come to any of that, but if Med shared one thing in common with her Other, it was the tendency to plan everything in advance.

"I'm surprised you're here, really," she spoke calculatingly. "I'd expect your loyalties to remain with our Mistress."