Cortana shared John's unease but she knew better than to talk out of line. The priestess was the boss here, she too had been starting to feel the lack of belonging wandering about the kingdom without purpose. It was a terrible thing, really. Maddening. Things were better now, they had a reason to live again and someone to serve.

That being said, Cortana wouldn't exactly admit that the priestess probably had a poor sense of judgment. Out of all the seeker's they could have used she had chosen a rogue no one knew. It was fishy, all her knowledge gave her endless possibilities of potential scenario's that could take place and none of them sounded very positive.

"I hope you're well rested priestess. If I'm correct, we'll be venturing into the difficult portion of our journey soon." Any by that she meant the cold.