It held to her like it always would do, hanging to the loose threads that strung themselves around her heart and dragging her back to the place it always wanted her at. The feeling tugged hard, paining the weak parts of her chest and tearing them off of her as if she would never need them again. Home was going to become a prison and here she was, bringing someone that she truly cared for, something that was hard to come by these days, all the way to what was now her prison only because he wished to see the Throat.
She thinks for a moment, with sea salt coating the air and the sound of waves kissing the beaches in her ears, if it would be good to let him know that she wasn't sure this was something she wanted to do to him. He wanted to come here, and if she found safety and comfort in having a friend close by, then she would let his wishes be.
It's a selfish thing, but she doesn't care much for it now.
The whole way to their destination, she could do nothing but bring up small talk. She would offer him the occasional words about the weather, attempt to find something never too serious between the two of them. The incident at the Frozen Arch left her uneasy, restless with her mind begging her body to allow some sort of relief. When she was through with this thing, she could think nothing more of taking off from the Throat and going as far as she could, where she could eat herbs like some drug addict and sleep in the hold of a pond. It sounded so wonderful, but it remained more than far away.
The Dragon's Throat wasted no time in the typical welcome gave to all that came across the desert land, opening up before them with a sea of sand that blew upwards, smashing into her face and engraving itself into her coat, into her hair, hanging in the thin fibers of her eyelashes. The set of feathers hung up in her forelock flickered with the blast, the glittering display that the white one had once given off now becoming dull.
She hopes he's still following her when she opens her lips and gives him a bit of know-how.
"It's the storm season, so don't be surprised with the weather's attitude. It only gets worse with the heat after this."
If he is not back there, she didn't care. Her voice faded into the air about her and left her ears. If he'd left her, then it only gave her more of a reason to take off and bolt, to find herbs somewhere in the wilderness and bring them back to offer to the herd, to place a reason as of why she wasn't around.
Maybe then they wouldn't be so aware of her state, and she could be alone.

OOC: Would like to ask that Sacre post before anyone else does, just for the timeline of the thread to run smoother.

@[Sacre]
If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?