"I don't know what I'm asking-" Adora sighs, still trudging forward. She has half an ear for the noise of the caravan and the sounds of the woods around them. Their strange attackers. It's a stressful situation as it is. She really doesn't need to add to it.

"I just hate waiting, I guess. I don't like feeling like I'm not in control of what's going on around me. So - yeah. I guess I'll just have to wait it out..."