"The way I see it? We have two options."

Buffy reached out and touched the horse's neck. An idle piece of affection -- she was so adrift in a world where she owed it to no one, she found herself with an excess of the stuff. "One of us takes the horse and races ahead, frees Tyrion, and we meet back together somewhere that isn't exactly here but close to it.

Or we all go. Slowly. Most of us on foot."

There was something to be said for her dedication to her husband. She truly did not want to abandon him to his fate. "I'm leaning a little more towards the first."