Her eyes stare daggers at the male as he spoke, wondering if a single word of what he was saying was true. Though, why would he lie, what he just allowed her to slaughter those soldiers, simply stood there, watching, as she had sprayed their blood over the snow like a fresh coat of ruby red paint? No, he wasn't lying. But she was sure there had to be some other motive behind him wanting to help her, and have her help him...that was beyond him being like her, having been in her shoes, been where she was. Being hurt by those humans. But whatever that motive was, she wasn't too sure of yet...she knew that moving out on her own would be dangerous, that she should accept his offer for his assistance...<br/><br/>Within the blink of an eye, she moves so fast that it was impossible to keep up with her movements. One moment she was standing there, the next she was up close and personal with the masked male, her swords pressed against his body, one placed neatly against his ribs just under the arm, and the other against his neck. Her eyes gazed up into the mask, locking looks with him, her uniquely colored eyes not blinking once, nor giving away any emotion on what she was feeling at that moment. For a moment she stood like this, their bodies close, almost touching, a simple hair space between them. She remained, staring. Then backs away, lowering her katana.<br/><br/>"Fine. I will accept your offer to help me. But know this. If I find you are only to betray me...I WILL kill you. Or at least die trying. I won't go back to that hell hole. Alive that is." Placing her katana back at her hip, she turns towards the mountains, where she knew she would be safer. Not even bothering to speak up, she begins to walk again, covering the clearing before taking cover beneath the pines once more.<br/><br/>Even though it didn't show too clearly, she was still fatigued, and she didn't know if she would be able to make it to the mountains in her state of being at that moment. Though she was certain there was not a place for her to hide and rest where they were now...Her feet were beginning to drag a little, and after a moment her foot catches on an uprooted tree root, and trips over it, stumbling slightly, but is able to catch herself with a branch, her hand getting cut up in the process. Her breathing was becoming labored, and sweat dripped down the side of her face. Her muscles were screaming for a reprieve, but she pushed on...