[she knows an excuse when she sees it, and nods, her expression brightening. the barkeep can let them know, if they come looking - they won't - and she can push the cart along to follow in Aerith's wake. likely they'll just chalk it up to another task given to the newbie. leaving her water and her stool, she goes to grab it, letting Aerith take the lighter load.]
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I'll let you lead, since you know the way, miss.