<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Instinct settled in immediately the moment the hunter pulled his sword. Her assumption had been correct. He wanted her dead, just like the rest of them. She didn't listen to a word he said and had already scrambled for her bow, arrow aiming straight and true for the hunter's heart. If she had to, she'd pull the arrow right now. It was clear Naya was not in the mood for games, so when the hunter tossed his sword aside, her eyes widened at his daring move. Something was wrong.<br/>
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"What on Earth-"  <br/>
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Naya stood her ground, bewildered at the man's decision to toss away his sword. She stared at the weapon before one of his sentences caught her attention. Someone important to him was dying from a disease. Her heart gave way in that moment. How could she believe him? How could she know he was telling the truth? It was certain that she couldn't, however, if ever given the opportunity to help those in need, she would consider with the goodness of her heart. <br/>
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Elven afflictions on others were not uncommon before the genocide. They were difficult to take care of because of the foreign bacteria that typically came along with it. If she helped, at what cost would she risk being betrayed? She stepped back when he tossed her the waterskin. Her throat was parched, her leg felt numb. Silence filled the air for a good few moments before Naya lowered her bow and arrow and picked up the pouch. She opened it and let some of the water flow out, eyeing it suspiciously before taking a small sip. It tasted fine. It wasn't fresh by any means, but the water was a relief. She drank fast, greedy and eager to finish it. <br/>
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Naya forced herself to stop and pull the pouch away from her lips. Her chest heaved from the lack of breathing she'd done from consuming the pure liquid. She tossed it back to the hunter and wiped her mouth. No one had been that kind to her in months. She found herself unable to say anything in the moment, as her lips only quivered when she tried to speak. Guilt rushed through her and she stuck her arrow back in her quiver. She composed herself before allowing herself the courage to communicate. <br/>
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"You know what you're getting into right? You saw those people. They'll stop at nothing to kill me, and if they see you with me, they'll kill you too."<br/>
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He didn't seem to be one of the dumb ones. He displayed a decent amount of intelligence and she had to admit, his kindness to her was endearing. Naya played with her hair a bit, feeling awkward. Her eyes stared at her feet as she considered the different options of taking care of her wound. So far, she didn't like being touched, however, if she put any more stress on her leg, it was just as he'd said: It'd be gone. It wasn't like she already knew that after Amrak tortured her for what felt like centuries though.<br/>
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"I know where the stream is and I know how to take care of my own wounds. Um, I don't really ask favors, so just do this one quick," she rambled, gripping the edge of her shirt. "Will you um, carry me? To the stream, I mean. And then put me down the moment were at the edge." </span>