There was a fire inside of her, and inwardly Ylrid smiled a little bit. She had some spunk, he had to give her that much, but she was definitely emotional, more than he was. Of course he knew why, he was a purebred and she was a halfling, strong emotional responses just simply weren't on his radar. While she was mad he could have killed her, he didn't see that as a bad thing, he only looked at the outcome, she had survived and her powers had helped to save her.<br/><br/>He let her go, but followed behind close enough to continue to talk to her. Despite the fact that he could not mate with her due to traditions he felt necessary to uphold it did not mean he was suddenly unattracted to her. It was the only strong emotion he had known, stronger even then when he had found out who killed his parents. Some might view the decimation of the Raven Hawks as an act of rage, but in fact Ylrid had remained calmed to a degree as he systematically killed them off.<br/><br/>"Fine Lady Eira, I will stop calling you by your rightful title. Rest and recover, and if you still want my help be sure to let me know. For now I will continue to get to know this Lord Bennington in an effort to gain his trust enough that when your friend does arrive I can sway his eyes toward her."