His actions gave no more hint than he'd drank too much of the spirit and she didn't flinch or move away with his sudden movement that brought him to his feet. She merely blinked wondering if he'd be alright and would have questioned him about it had he not seemed so hard at keeping his face from her sights. Perhaps he was embarrassed by his actions that he didn't wish her to see his face and the red hues the spirits would have caused. But when he spoke again she listened.
“With age comes the knowledge of many things child, and the Gods make themselves known to more persons than you would suspect, but most times do not let it be known who they are. I must beg pardon for a short time, I want to take a stroll before it gets too late and I must retire, but do not worry, I will be fine, and so shall you my dear, remember that fire can provide more than just light.”
She didn't have a chance to speak as once more he made a hasty retreat from the fire's glow and the camp he'd built for them. Finding it would do no good to go after him since he'd stated he'd be alright she sighed heavily and found that it would be best perhaps if she just went on and rested. The fire's light would keep away the night creatures that dare lurk nearby for it hurt their eyes so she shifted herself so that she was tucked comfortably in her bedroll with the extra blanket over it and giving an exhausted yawn curled up on her side and closed her eyes. It was a short time later that Vitalia found herself slipping into a dream state, her breathing soon became slow and steady.
When she woke up the next morning Vitalia found herself alone still, confused as to where the old man vanished to and later found herself packing up the small camp by herself. She strapped his horse to her own and chose to take him with her. Sliding into the saddle of her own horse she kicked him into a trot heading him further towards the idea location of where she'd find the Prince and Aralorn.