He seemed desperate to get her to listen to his words. Knowing that he wouldn't let her walk away without some kind of assurance that she would consider going to the place he asked, she tucked the parchment into her beaded bag. She would look at it later. Maybe. Once carefully stowed away, she turned from the tracker and resumed her escape from the woods. He didn't reach for her again or even try to follow. Just before she was out of earshot, she heard his last words.