Her face twisted into an interesting expression which he took to mean 'yes' even before she spoke again. He chuckled at her continued confusion, the sound wry but a little wistful as she recalled memories of his own world with her words. "No elves here, lass. Before the barrier fell it was only humans and changed humans. Now... well. The Fae might be somewhat similar to your elves. We're still learning about them, but don't get caught in the trap of making assumptions from your world to this one," he warned gently. "And it might be hunting, no one seems to know where it came from or when it picked up its unsavory habit." He gave a little shrug, watching her fiddle about with cloaks and gloves and seeping wounds.
"I still don't entirely trust you not to try and stab me again," he pointed out, amused. "But I can cut strips of the fabric for you, if you'd like. I have some healing training and can help you bind those cuts up as well, if you let me close enough. Or I can stay over here, if you'd prefer." Given what she'd said about being attacked, he could understand if she didn't want to trust him just yet. He was just happy that she was finally starting to think about trying to staunch the bleeding.
"Oh, the walk isn't too bad - if you aren't already hurt," he admitted wryly. "If you are, I imagine it will feel quite far indeed. I'll get you to the Infirmary for proper healing, though, fear not." Even if he had to call on stronger people to come help carry her before they were through! Though even his meager strength might be enough to lift her without the weight of the cloak dragging them down. "Is there a name you'd prefer to go by?" he finally asked outright as he reached slowly for the cloak, keeping an eye on her to see if she'd protest and prepared to stop if she did.
"I still don't entirely trust you not to try and stab me again," he pointed out, amused. "But I can cut strips of the fabric for you, if you'd like. I have some healing training and can help you bind those cuts up as well, if you let me close enough. Or I can stay over here, if you'd prefer." Given what she'd said about being attacked, he could understand if she didn't want to trust him just yet. He was just happy that she was finally starting to think about trying to staunch the bleeding.
"Oh, the walk isn't too bad - if you aren't already hurt," he admitted wryly. "If you are, I imagine it will feel quite far indeed. I'll get you to the Infirmary for proper healing, though, fear not." Even if he had to call on stronger people to come help carry her before they were through! Though even his meager strength might be enough to lift her without the weight of the cloak dragging them down. "Is there a name you'd prefer to go by?" he finally asked outright as he reached slowly for the cloak, keeping an eye on her to see if she'd protest and prepared to stop if she did.
