Gabriella watched in silence as the witch went about her work. Aiding the men in her own way and talking of odd things. green orbs watched as the witch went about fixing the other male's wounds. It seemed as though she wasn't the only one to watch in silence, since the one with the broken arm just gazed as the others did their thing. She had to give the female witch some credit. She had a back bone and her fair share of intelligence. She was torn between following them and heading back to her village. If her war mistress did happen upon her, there was nothing she could say that would excused her from her punishment. Even worse, she feared getting on the elder's bad side as well. "I will go as well." She finally decided. "I need to know where you are... just in case the fates are not on your side and I have to give you a heads up. I warn you men though. Bring about any attention to yourselves and my Mistress will give you the worse. Skinning you with your own teeth is light, compared to what she may have in store." She was not really threatening, but warning.<br/><br/>Given the only attire she dawned was her green robe of a cloak tied down the front to the tops of her thighs, and flat slippers tied about her ankles, she had little to weigh her down, so she could make it back to her home even under the cover or night. Her quiver was taken off her shoulders and she had a few more left. She hoped she didn't have to use them.