Change of Plans

Sooner than expected, the young guard came bolting around the corner, shouting at the top of his lungs. "Ma'am, I'm back to help!"

Eliza took the initiative to start standing herself up, making sure to support herself firmly like any weak old woman would. The last thing she wanted was for the young guard to touch her. Though she looked the part, her illusory robe couldn't change her actual physical form, and the young man would realize instantly that things weren't what they seemed.

"Don't force yourself, ma'am. Let me help you."

"No, I'll be fine. Just give me a moment." Eliza waved the young man off, not letting him support her arm.

"Ma'am, I insist." Not taking no for an answer, the young man pulled Eliza up by the elbow. "Here, hop on my back. I'll carry you to the inn."

"Young man, I appreciate your kindness, but please let me keep my pride," Eliza insisted, pulling her arm away. "Just wait a few seconds for me to catch my breath."