Adrenaline continued to coarse through her veins. She felt an odd sense of life after each fight she had. Focusing her attention on the man as best she could. She admired him, most would have raced pass the scene he came across. That had to be what she was feeling right now, admiration. His skill with sword and dagger was exceptional. Sure that was why she was draw to him. Pressing a palm to her shoulder, she approached him.<br/><br/>"I saw that," picking up her discarded sword. "I hadn't realized you didn't know he was coming until he was on you." One of her own daggers stuck straight up in the sand. Pulling front he loose soil, she checked the blade for nicks. "Other wise I would have assisted better," her palm still pressed to the wound. "You were lucky I guess, not many could take that hit with out a broken bone." For whatever reason, she was smiling. The pain in her shoulder should have kept her from doing so, but she still felt invigorated.<br/><br/>Looking around for a moment for Lesan. She needed the strips of fabric she kept in the saddle bags. "Think nothing of it," she replied to own gratitude. "You came in to help me, when most wouldn't have. Least I could have done," lifting the free hand to except his. "Aliyeh, Aliyeh Salehi," introducing herself. She was certain she heard his name before, but couldn't really put her finger on it. He was obviously more then a simple traveler. A Mercenary like herself no doubt. The earlier conversation with the old woman still forgotten. She might have realized what was going on right now if she remembered it. Then again, she was suppose to meet two brothers, and this was just one man. Maybe it wouldn't have been so obvious with that important bit of the information.<br/><br/>Lesan trotted to her side, clearly aware the danger had passed. The pitch black nose, nudged her elbow. The horse seemed completely uninterested in the man standing before her. "This is Lesan, he has bad manners," her eyes narrowed at the large beast. She wasn't good with conversation really. The only time she talked to most people was about a job or the money she was owed. People seemed to be uneasy around her a lot of the time. Sensing the feral nature in her perhaps, they didn't trust her either way. If he was paying enough attention, he would see the light shine of the fire in her eyes. The same way a cats would reflect back. Needless to say she was at a loss as to what she should say next. Should she simply thank him again and leave? Ask him to share a meal with her?<br/><br/>She had managed to let go of his hand. Hopefully in a manner that would offend him. Touching was also something foreign to her. She had always felt strange when someone did. That feeling was different with the stranger now known to her as Ademar. It wasn't necessarily discomfort, but it made her feel nervous. She rarely felt the sensation of the emotion. Too feel it now, told her she needed to alleviate the situation.