There was no magic in the feel of his gaze on her body. Her armor covered some of it and until now, she never felt quite so exposed.  Males had sought her out before but as the healer's daughter she could turn them down without fear of retaliation. Her status protected her and with the chieftain's son already paired with two choice females, there was no other of rank or interest within their tribe.  Braiya's eyes locked on Cromir's, jaws clenching in his grip.  Her ears flattened to her head revealing her emotions more than she wanted, though she did manage to prevent herself from baring her fangs.  She didn't look away until Pythus spoke, the billowing baritone vibrating within her soul.  The words uttered were unfamiliar, but she could not feel malice... at least none directed particularly towards her.  This didn't calm her and her eyes widened in the slightest, glancing up from the massive human that gripped her, towards the voice.<br/><br/><br/>The creature was a rumor confirmed.  There were tales among the tribes of it attached to Cromir's name, but before this it was just another of the many terrors that lurked in the lesser populated darker lands.  The chief held out a steadying hand to the tribe, who were eager to join in the looting of the human tribe. Even a smirk or two was bravely plastered on a few faces as their enemy met their end, but the chief softly uttered a command keeping them in place.  The healer however was torn. He had agreed to give up his daughter for the good of the tribe and kept his eyes on her the entire time, hateful of himself in the decision he made for his people. The elder cat's muscles flinched at his daughter's distress.<br/><br/><br/>Braiya hissed and bit back protests as she was pulled against Cromir. Her hand itched to grip the hatchet at her side and sink it into his flesh, her mind already calculating weak spots in his armor, against the wisdom that kept her in place, but far from truly still.  She bucked at the grip enough to have a cushion of  one of her arms wedged between her and the human, pressing against him, but not fully pushing away, not like it would do much anyway. The difference in their size was comical, if not for the deadly predicament she was in. Now facing her father again her eyes first pleaded, then settled to a smoldering anger, though she was well aware of the pain his own decision had caused him. The increased pressure squeezed a hiss from her and by instinct her claws scraped against his armor, distracting her from her father’s gaze.<br/><br/><br/>"They will be safe. From us.” The chief replied.  They would do their best to keep the mountain from taking them and be as hospitable as common self preservation allowed.  So long as they had Braiya they would conform, to an extent, their tribe was prideful, but just as ruthless as the bandits, with the wisdom of generations in comparison to the young ones before them. “We will go now.” The chief was more concerned about separating the healer from the sight of his daughter in Cromir’s hands than looting the irritating humans… for now..  It would be difficult controlling him should he witness her distress any longer.  With that the chief gave call for the Semlier to take leave and the small party left with the healer looking back at his daughter one last time. “Father..” she mouthed and half whispered, stiffening even more in Cromir’s grip as she watched them file out of the encampment. Her ears flicked angrily and her short curved tail lowered a fraction. "You could loosen the grip. As you said, it's not like I can take on the whole encampment." she finally grumbled, a fair amount of loathing woven in her low tone.  In her heart she'd have fun dying in such a fashion, just not at the expense of her people.