Zellira growled under her hood but adjusted her grip on her sword inside her cloak. Her free hand went to a long stick she had kept as an extra spit, and poked the end into the fire, lighting up the moist wood with a sharp burst of smoke. She didn't couch when it stung her eyes, and wound it's way down her throat. If this stranger turned out to be hostile the burning branch could prove useful. She settled on the edge of a rock, feeling like a cat tensed to spring. "You do not even know who we are...how can you know your affairs do not concern us?" she asked smoothly, her preparing herself to fight. One could never be entirely sure about strangers...especially ones that seemed half in another world. She saw a tiny movement in the corner of her vision, dismissing it as a mouse until she heard Guthriekai's neigh of anxiety. Mekoa was awake as well. Zellira was horribly aware of the soft crackle of the fire, the slowing drip of blood through the bandages on her back, and smouldering gaze of the stranger who she did nt fully trust. The little princess wanted to help, the look on her face speaking louder than her voice. The wolf was cautious, but not on edge. Mekoa was ready...but still not acting as though she was really threatened. This man wanted to know where he was. He wanted company. Those were things Zellira herself had wished for countless times...but why was she so on edge? She tried to shake the sinking feeling in her gut as she put another small piece of meat over the fire. "Well...before anything i'll assume you want to eat?" she asked, trying desperatly to keep the malice out of her voice.