Stephen
Hard to say that she wasn't imposing when clearly, her very presence was a dire threat to this bull-man's happiness and way of life. Somehow, the woman managed to make herself look even smaller.

"...How do you... Know?"

Realizing she still had her bow in hand, she went about fastening it over her shoulder, just to make it clear that she had no intention of hurting anyone... Even if she apparently wasn't quite trusted, regardless.
Donald
He chuckles, "You saw me turn from an elk into this, you think I can't go smaller?" He asks, then casting a spell and turning into a large bird, flying in a circle before landing and changing back into a minotaur, "I've seen you, thankfully you seem to steer clear of our area, of course, not that I'd let you come close." He says, a veiled threat, but not meaning to actually threaten the woman. You start to notice the peg-leg, as well as it sinking in that forms you saw both were missing a left leg
Stephen
If Crag had intended to put Hjera at ease, he'd failed miserably. The poor girl looked fit to burst into tears, but, to her credit, she didn't flee or even put up a fuss. She simply nodded silently, before looking up at the great tree at the far end of the trail. 

"I don't come this way often... What is this place?" She asked, finally, for the first time in their interaction, actually meeting Crag's gaze. Her previous trepidation was instead replaced by youthful curiosity, for a brief moment before she turned away from him once again and refocused her gaze on the great tree.
Donald
He smiles, "You are in Eldergleam Sanctuary," He says, stepping out of the way and gesturing to the large thicket of large roots, sprawling down and making contact with the stream flowing through, the Eldergleam sitting atop a large hill, purple leaves and blossoms shining in the sunlight shining through the openings in the cave. Trees and other plants seem to grow in the cave, as if it were outdoors, and a hotspring sits atop a smaller hill, "Kynareth's blessing is upon this place, that is why we are here." The nord lass he was speaking to earlier returns, on a fairly large handmade wooden plate sits an elk leg, roasted over a fire and well seasoned with herbs, she brings it to the huntress