The smart reply Lara had in response to his protests towards staying died on her tongue. She frowned and looked down at herself. Alright, she was dusty and a little muddy from the road and it wasn't like she'd had a bath-house available last night, but there was no way she smelled as badly as Levi was making her out to.

"I just rode for two days and a nights, slept rough and then climbed a two hundred foot tower. Let's see how you look and smell after that. Oh that's right, you wouldn't know because your father has you locked in a tower. I bet you've never been dirty a day in your life, have you?" She grumped, pushed her untidy hair back with her, admittedly grubby, handss and folded her arms defensively across her chest. "You're going to have to deal with it on the journey back, you know. Your...benefactor sent me to get you. You're coming with me, smell or no smell."