It only took a moment for him to explain why he didn't think himself a prince any more. So, he had left them. Well, they had that much in common. Though truth be told, her leaving her own family had less to do with just wanting to leave and more with having been run out. And naturally because she had inquired after him, he had to do the same to her and surprisingly she did not find herself faltering in response.


"I'm no princess," she said with a small laugh. "I'm not even from the mountain, though I've been hanging out there the past few days I guess. I'm from nowhere, I'm travellin' around. I didn't even have to run away either." She didn't care about any princess of the mountain either, because in a way she didn't really believe in princes or princesses. It was her own way of trying to put space in between the fact that she was still very much just a kid too, yet she didn't want to be.


This thought also occurred to her, because in a way she still wanted to believe in that prince and princess thing; Mojave turned her attention back to the deer for just a moment. "Hey, you wonder if there's any of the good parts left in this? It doesn't seem like whatever brought it down spent too much time tearing it up." It seemed like an appropriate subject change, though she wasn't outright trying to avoid the subject of herself. A frozen heart was still a good heart, and seeing how they didn't have to be giving it up to any higher up... her temptation to seize it was well alive.

She smiled wanly as Deacon called her a princess again. Maybe she could have been in a past life, but she was far too modest to consider herself one in the present. Still, she stored that good feeling away as she dug back into the deer, this time tearing away over its rib cage to try and expose the heart that she hoped still lied within. Yet this was stopped short as her beamish partner in feasting paused again, this time punctuating their verbal silence with a question. She spit the piece of hide out that she had stripped away and turned her back to him once more, a tentative ear listening carefully.


Oh. He was making a declaration of some sort, she realized as his tone seemingly borrowed from more serious tomes. She was silent for a few moments, debating his proposition over, thoughtfully looking skyward as though it was really that big of a decision. In her life, at her age, nothing was that big of a decision any more. The biggest decision she had ever made up until that point was to pack it all up and head off into the unknown.


"You know what, why not. Sure, Deacon, I'll travel with you," she decided with a grin. "Might do me some good to hang around with someone who knows the place better than I do. Where were you thinking of going?" It wasn't so much a destination in mind that she was thinking of, but rather a direction. If anything else, if he headed the way that she had come, maybe she'd be more use than just someone to talk to and hang around with.