"Yeah, I remember how you fried up those darkspawn. I imagine starting a fire wouldn't be so difficult. But then I wouldn't quite feel like we were even in terms of being annoying to each other, and I hate it when I feel like my life is unbalanced," Mesaraih responded. The truth of it, obviously, was that he had forgotten.<br/><br/>He eyed her as she tossed his blade back at him. She reminded him of witches from childhood picture books, but there was something odd about her that he found difficult to place, and he was curious about it. He looked at her for a bit longer than he realized and immediately looked back down to the blade, bringing it closer to himself with his foot before touching it. It felt hot as he put it away on the back of his leather armor.<br/><br/>He looked back towards the elf as she held out her hands to him, blood dripping from her wrists. He had the strange sensation of dealing with a wild creature that was injured, and wanted help, but could bite his hand off if he was too rough with it in the process.<br/><br/>Mesaraih wrapped the pendant around his hand and approached her, the flames casting her face half in red-orange hues and half in shadow. For once, he was wordless as he began to fidget with the lock on her cuffs, taking care not to rub them against her hands if he could avoid it. He felt that every time his forearm or hand brushed against her skin she was going to set him alight at the same instant. He finally managed to click the serpent into place on the lock, and the cuffs came free.<br/><br/>"There you go," he said, stepping back and wrapping the silver pendant around his hand again. Its icy touch was an oddly comforting presence. He settled into a sitting position across from her, with the fire in between them. "Maybe I've convinced you to not kill me for being such an ass. I just find that while talking a lot can get you into trouble, most of the time it doesn't get you into any trouble you can't get yourself out of by talking some more, and I'm..." he trailed off, shaking his head and throwing a stick into the fire. "And I'm talking too much again."<br/><br/>He stared into the flames, twirling the silver snake between his fingers.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna listened to other two speak, her back still turned to them. She felt the fire warm her back, but she could only stare at the plants that covered the entrance to the cave. She blinked a small, hot tear away as it rolled down her cheek. She would have wiped it away, but it felt perfectly justified, sitting on her face before finally dripping soundlessly onto her lap.</span>