"I'll take a look around the area," the duchess - rather, former duchess she supposed now - said giving him what she hoped was a slightly reassuring grin. She wasn't particularly wonderful at physical labor, though fighting was a skill she possessed, so she didn't want to get in the way of anyone who actually knew what they were doing. In scouting, she only really had to use her observational skills, which as a woman who grew up in the midst of politics, were pretty damned good.
Cel rested her hand on her sword that was becoming almost a reassurance to the young woman in the strange world. "Call if you need anything, Captain." The redhead turned on her heel to start scouting. It would he bit her tongue as soon as the title escaped her, and she realized that she would probably have to get used to calling people by their given names. Their lives before now almost didn't matter, other than to shape them for their new adventure. Something about that was strangely comforting.
