The womans expression dropped, as did her posture, suddenly all of that fearsome visage melted back. Sighing sympathetically she hunkered down to be eye level with the girl, looking her dead on to let her know that what she was about to say wasn't all bullshit like she was probably used to... her Clan had picked up escaped slaves before and it was stories of woe and scars of paranoia every time over. Again and again. Were it up to her she'd skin every fucking demon and leaving hanging like the pigs they were for what they did, what they thought they could get away with... but now was not the time and she KNEW of the demon on woods end. The children told stories about him to spook one another to nightmares...<br/><br/>She was half surprised he'd backed off so easy, because like hell was she gonna!<br/><br/>"Noo, no chil'!" she said softly, a pained, but determined look glistening in her eyes, the look of a white witch accused of poisoning the wells, "He a spirit of dese woods! Part'a what keeps dis place alive and vibrant," she enthused, speaking as much with her hands as her voice, looking between the two, "We protec' dem as dey guide us. He<span style="font-style: italic">sacred</span>to our people, but dem hurt him bad. Real bad, even you can see dat! We wanna cure 'im," she nodded at Amora, resolute, the word of one human to another, "An' we ain't got too long. Surely ya must understan'? We'd nevah hurt 'im... "<br/><br/>"Well isn't this touching..." sneered Naeth, raising an eyebrow, eyes still scanning the horizon for her men. Adjusting slightly to the dark he'd managed to struggle out at least seven definite shapes in the dark... and eight possible ones...<br/><br/>"I can't speak fo' ya mastah tho'," that same viciousness she'd arrived with was injected back into her tone as she glanced suspiciously over her shoulder at Naethaniel, "Who knows what da devil plans fo' our small Gods..." she snarled his way, an old and begrudging fury burning from her eyes like sparks.<br/><br/>"You said it yourself, human, we don't have time for this. Is he yours or not?" Naeth sighed irritably, acting more like someone in a log post office line much more than someone in a possible life or death situation. His logic and reasoning was simple; they wouldn't try to kill him because they wouldn't dare. It's not like humans could sense magic, primitive swine could scarcely pick up scents!<br/><br/>The amazon woman growled in frustration, "Spirits do not BELONG to nobody!" swallowing back her moral outrage, she softened her tone a few notches and turned her attention back to that poor, brave young woman who'd stood up to her with her war face on... that was the actions of no fragile child! "...but we will tek 'im wit' your girls permission?" she asked gently.