Not a soul it is

You scoop Evellyn up in your arms, grabbing a firm grip on her tight butt. You can’t remove the onlookers from the city, so our darling knight is just gonna have to be contented with her being removed from the onlookers, you think to yourself as you rush out of the city at a mind-boggling speed, haste your way through the fields and make your way to a nearby adjacent woodland area reserved for hunting - no humanoids in sight, possibly for miles.

You find a suitable spot to drop Evellyn off, allowing time to resume as you pass a low rocky embankment, overlooking a small woodland pool, and Evellyn finds herself suddenly flung from your grasp, coasting through the air for a second or two before splashing down into the water. A moment later she comes back up again, soaking wet, roaring in surprise and frustration, her braided hair almost entirely undone and hanging in long, drenched strands in front of her face. As she spits out water and pushes her hair aside, she looks around to find herself buck-naked in a pond in the middle of the woods, and you are nowhere to be found. ‘Not a soul’, request fulfilled.