The walk to the border of the Caer of the Lakes wasn’t far. The caer was about ten miles or so. Call it three and a bit hours, at a slow walk. He didn’t want to tire Rebeccitha unnecessarily; she’d be doing enough walking soon anyway, but it was as far as it was. Aside from anything else, it would give him a chance to see how the sleep had affected her, if at all. He wondered how long he had slept in the company of the Augments. She hadn’t seemed too off last night. She’d been able to run for a short distance, seemingly without any trouble. That meant at least his more basic conclusions had been accurate: she was physically healthy at least. They’d be no real chance for him to test her mental state until they could communicate better.