Actually, there was quite a number of things about this expedition of which she was not particularly fond, though at least she didn't have to haul wolf pelts along with her pack of clothing, her mandolin, and the few restorative items she had brought. What had seemed to her perfectly reasonable - two sets of clothing, extra socks, a cloak, spare strings, coffee - had turned out to be very heavy indeed after the second hour of walking. Her hands were slightly numb with the intermittent playing - they had come across a number of beasts, and not all of them were friendly - and her feet... well. She was trying not to think about that. Some healing would not be amiss.
At least Drake had the sizable picnic hamper and was carrying it mostly without complaint.
When they came to what was apparently a likely spot and Drake called a halt, she sighed audibly and dropped her things to the ground before plopping onto a downed tree trunk and grimacing. "If this moose of Aspel's doesn't exist, I am going to be quite cross with you," she said in Drake's general direction.