The young woman stood, papers and abandoned pack in hand. She made a noise, a vague hum of dismissal, scuffing the bloodied glass of the broken phylacteries to the side of the road where they would be hidden in the grass. It left a smear in the dirt, one that with any luck would soon be obliterated by the rain before a passing traveler could stumble upon it. "Indeed. You may do what you wish, but take care, Desiderio," she lectured. "Tie him too poorly and he may well be upon us as soon as he wakes. Bind him too well and your ill-planned attempt to be merciful may only result in a slow death by starvation."
Yonca considered her statement a moment and added blithely, "Or perhaps he might be devoured alive by predators. Far worse a fate than a quickly slit throat, either way." She scrunched her nose when a fat raindrop landed on it, glancing upward as though her irritation alone could make the heavens think twice about opening their floodgates upon her. Lifting the hem of her skirts, she pragmatically tucked the documents she'd pilfered into the pocket created in her dress, holding her skirts up to protect the papers from the rain.
"I do think you must consider something," she added as she strode past Desi and his bulky cargo, making no sign that she might offer to help him in his exertions. "If this man finds us again, or others of his brethren come to hunt us because of this event, I will not hesitate if I must kill them to save myself."
She fixed Desi with a measured gaze, slowing for a moment to fall in beside him heedless of the pattering rain. "Will you?"