As she continued on her path, her mind kept traveling back to the day before when she had an unplanned lunch with Thorfinn. When she first saw him, she felt certain that he was going to contact Antonin immediately. Perhaps, if she was honest with herself, a small part of her wished that he would have. What happened next would have most definitely been unpleasant, but at least then she could stop wandering around the country with no plan in mind. Her existence was growing quite tiresome. Even a painful death at the hands of her estranged husband was almost preferable to aimless wandering in a world she no longer wanted to be a part of.