While Andrel would have preferred to sit up to get a better look at his mysterious savior, the wolf that slowly brought him back from a cold demise seemed to make that impossible. The Nord was still weak, he was in no position to fight such a beast, and it seemed to be more friendly then the wolf pack that nearly feasted on his frozen flesh. But as luck would have it, the woman had apparently skinned the wolves and now prepared a meal for herself, he wouldn’t dare ask her for any meat, she’d already done so much for him. Soon her attention went from the meat to his body, her now ungloved hand pressed gently against his forehead. It was at this moment Andrel realized two things. Firstly, the mysterious woman spoke with the gentlest and purest voice of anyone the Nord had ever met. No bard could ever match the music that flowed naturally from her lips. The other thing he learned was that her warm, gentle hand was also pale, the same shade as the snow that fell just outside of the cave. While some Nords did have pale skin, it was never to this degree. This mystery only deepened with each moment she stayed around him, and it was clear she was simply uncomfortable in his presence.<br/><br/>“I do now know why Talos chose me to live over my brothers and sisters, but I will do all I can to repay that debt. And that starts with you.” He was very clear that this wasn’t something he was going to forget about. What would anyone do when they were just saved from dying? Simply walk away? Yet still she continued to aid him, and he didn’t have much of a choice. She seemed set on restoring him to full health. “I can eat, but I don’t wish to ask for any more then you’d already given me.” The people of Skyrim were simple folk. They asked for only what the needed to survive, only the Jarls and the High King really splurged on the finery’s of life. Now it appears most of the Jarls act more like the Imperials then true men and women of Skyrim. That was one of the many things the Stormcloaks fought against, the very preservation of Nordic beliefs. None of this really mattered in the current situation, as the woman appeared to be very generous. With a single slash of her small ebony blade, she had a piece of meat on a plate and in his hands.<br/><br/>“Thank you, Luna.” He says, a polite smile appearing on his face. While he did have meat, he’d do anything for a cold tankard of mead at that moment, mostly to help dull the remaining pain that had yet to fade. “That’s some very fine gear you have. It isn’t every day a Nord meets someone with ebony armor and weapons.” This held true, for most Stormcloaks used only iron and steel, good for killing Imperials but not the greatest against some of the beasts Skyrim had to offer. “If I may ask, why are you hiking through the mountains during a storm? I am thankful that you were here, but I’ve seen very few people survive the cold.” Andrel, while awaiting an answer, finally began to eat his meat, taking slow care bites to ensure he could swallow what he ate. His body still ached, but he was slowly gaining strength again, yet he doubted either of them were getting anywhere during the storm. “I know it’s not my business, but why do you cover your face?” There was a bit of suspicion in his voice, for this woman didn’t seem like any Nord he’d ever met. Though he doubted she would actually attempt to harm him, he still searched for his weapons in vain, it appeared Luna had moved them away. No doubt this was due to the fact she couldn’t trust him, for whatever reason. Slowly, he sat up while the wolf enjoyed his meat, though it wasn’t without pain. The arrow that had previously been lodged in his shoulder had been removed, but the pain still remained. “Luna, I’m not going to hurt you. It would be the greatest dishonor if I were to do so. But I ask for weapons to be returned to me.” While his tone was still kind, there was a hint of the demanding voice of a soldier. If Luna was in the service of the Thalmor, she was doing a good job at hiding the arrogance that usual flowed from their speech. That’s what worried him.