Bela certainly had her 'commanding' voice down and Anne was grateful to see her. Forget not hugging her, Anne wrapped her arms around the other woman and squeezed tight. A good thirty seconds passed before she let go and stepped back. "You're not going to marry Dean," Anne said, then amended. "I mean, eventually. Just not today."
She lowered her voice even further and spoke quickly and quietly, explaining the plan. "The horses should be outside the tent that way," she pointed toward the back. "We just need to take out those two guards." A pause. "And dress in their armor."