The crone's eyes closed as she came to a stop. Her lips pressed together; she understood not wanting to go in, but her obstinance wasn't going to get them anywhere. The crone refused to be stuck to this pair for longer than she had to. She may have a new or renewed understanding to the world around her, but that didn't mean she was going to just accept it and be happy. Or content.
She turned quickly, not giving the tall one a chance to act. Her hand lifted quickly; she spoke in words the two might not understand, and she seemed to throw something at the other woman. Oswin would find herself in a bit of a situation - she wouldn't be able to move, her limbs pulled together as if they were bound to her body. Baba Yaga was being kind though; she did leave the woman's mouth free to speak. She moved in, holding the woman up with magic.
"I was kept in the place we are going. Not for any crime I had committed," even if she had committed a few. "But, for the City's curiosity. I was drugged and bound in ways that made me vulnerable. I was tortured and tested. How long I was there? I do not know, and I will never - the City takes away time when it wishes. Now, you will be joining us, and if you decide to make a fuss, you shall be caught with in that bod..."
Her head tilted, as this was the first time the crone had actually really gotten a chance to look at the 'defiant' one. "Body. Hmph." She still wasn't sure what she saw, and the woman's words were strange yet fitting.
"Sam, be a dear and carry her. I'd like to get this done with, wouldn't you?"