The care that Gomez took to keep their path concealed was not lost on Gytha and did indeed further convince her that he was taking a huge risk by helping her return to the settlement. She could repay him, she thought, by ensuring that he was not mistreated when they finally arrived. For surely the people there would be leery and suspicious of him. She wondered again what he really was. A half breed perhaps? She shuddered inwardly to think of his poor mother, used by the orcs in worse ways than she had been.
'Splash!' Her boot slipped off the mossy edge of a rock. Luckily, the water was not deep there and the only damage was a wet boot, but she mouthed a silent 'sorry' toward Gomez.
Gomez looked back for a moment to make sure that the splash hadn't been Gytha actually falling into the river. When he seen that it was only her boot he shrugged casually and gestured towards the water with his hand, indicating that the sound likely blended in with the gurgling river. Once she had regained her balance he stepped onto the next rock and continued in a west, northwest direction following the river.
Knowing that he was leading Gytha towards trouble, Gomez didn't feel particularly sympathetic towards her cause. For some odd reason the plague which had wiped out so many of his kin had left him without empathy, and nearly empty inside--leaving room for the orcs to fill the empty space with hatred, distrust, and cruelty.
