She leads him as she follows Puck.

"...I guess so."

" then lets go. "

Soon, the six of them walked down a narrow, ice-slick trail, the Chillsorrow manor growing smaller and smaller behind them. The house was empty when they left, as if it had been that way for a hundred years. Puck had offered a long robe of gray fur to both the girls under the disapproving glare of Ash. If they chose to wear it, it kept them perfectly warm and comfortable as they traveled through Mab's cold, frozen domain.

She gives hers to Ares. She ignores the cold despite the uncomfortableness of it.

Lise chose to wear it. Because unlike Isiea, she didn't have any pets to give it to.

Then Ares is kept warm and comfortable.

Good. That was her intention.

The icy landscape of the Unseelie territory was just as beautiful--and dangerous--as Oberon's domain. Icicles dangled from the trees, sparkling like diamonds in the light. Occasionally, a skeleton lay beneath them, spears of ice between its bones. Crystal flowers bloomed along the road, petals as hard and delicate as glass, thorns angling toward them as they approached.

Ash and Puck didn't say a word to each other as they traveled, which was probably a good thing. The last thing they needed was another duel to the death. The prince kept a steady, silent march ahead of them, rarely looking back, while Puck entertained the girls with jokes and useless chatter. Grimalkin vanished periodically, bounding off into the trees, only to reappear minutes or hours later with no explanation of where hed been.

Isiea doesn't pay attention to any of it.