"Both. Sometimes neither." Stubborn as she could be, proud as Blind Seer could be, neither of them were stupid enough not to defer to someone with more experience and wisdom than they, whether it be King Tedric, Earl Kestrel, or Derian.
She sat in silence for a while, listening to Blind Seer's deep breathing. The wolf had dozed off quickly--he never seemed to have trouble sleeping, she reflected jealously. She let him sleep. He had been awake longer than usual during the day, and she could easily keep watch for several more hours until it was her turn to sleep. She made sure to keep one eye on Robin. He'd been perfectly nice so far but he was an outlaw by his own admission (even if it was against a false One) and she hadn't lived this long by being overly trusting.