She almost nods her head yes, glad of the help. But this is her bridge. It's her story. She has to go alone.

In the light of the torch, she can just make the glimmer of a purple wing fluttering above the bridge.

"Thank you, Marquis, for your offer. I, and those of my House, appreciate it. I must go on by myself. Perhaps there will be another time when we can go together."

She turns, a small figure in gleaming white, and walks towards the bridge. She holds the torch as she would a sword.