She nodded at his words and then was startled at the sudden movement his flow his ebb, she knew it.<br/><br/>"I once served your kind. That was before that city was even a village." She stood, her elven elegance was flawless, even in tatters she stood like a porcelain statue of a great spirit. She inspected herself, everything healed and the thin linked chain strings at her wrists and knees and feet were undamaged and glittered with the flickers of the fire.<br/><br/>She came near him and knelt offering her wrist to him. "I replenish because of the enchantments among other things that have.."she sighed "become part of me now." She looked to her bare wrist and then his eyes, holding his gaze unflinching, unafraid. "It is the least I can do, you saved me."<br/><br/>She hoped her offer would win her freedom, that he would not think as others had and keep her. Use her, prolong the only reason she continued going. Her maker. He had to die.