Vedette only stepped where Ulbarich had already stepped to avoid making more prints in the snow. She did not want to leave their fates to chance, as it was Vedette felt that was the only way this would work. At least without exposing her true form to these men. Then she might be forced to kill them all, or flee Faustben forever. Neither was an option she wanted to take, but if it came down to it she would be forced to decide. Chance would have whatever it wanted to have, fate would take hold and then who knew what would happen. Until then she was forced to follow as much as she was forced to listen. She hoped there were no more bandits hiding out high and watching them. If she heard one she would be forced to fire and it would give away their positions to everyone.
When he stopped she stopped and though she didn't lower her ready bow, she moved it so it was not pointing directly at Captain Ulbarich. She had no need to strip away anything, and she was thankful that none of them appeared to want to ask her questions about her lighter attire. It looked very much like the uniforms their captains wore, but she was in no fur lined cloak, no thicker pants or heavy gloves to protect her. She was even lacking in a hat that might protect her ears from the cold. Vedette, however, did not look cold in the least bit. Her pale skin was not growing red from the bitter cold, her nose was not blotched in pink, nor were the tips of her ears. Only one of her hands had a band of leather on it, to protect her bare hand from being cut by the arrows she used in battle. That was the only real protection she had on her person.
She did like to travel light.
"I can do that." Vedette said with a small smile. "And if you see anything I don't see, please do hack it's arm off."
The plan wasn't the plan she'd had to begin with, but she hoped for better or for worse that it wouldn't end up getting them all killed. She did enjoy human company, and these men had interesting stories, she was sure. She didn't want to miss out on thrilling tales of orc invasions and women chasing over a fire with flasks of whiskey in their hands later after the bandits were dead. No, she didn't want to miss out on that.