Mesaraih nodded to Valehna as she appeared from within the cage. "Yeah, might be more of a hindrance than anything at this point."<br/><br/>He was about to mention something about the horses when the other elf emerged from the cave as well. Mesaraih immediately pretended to be incredibly interested in a loose rock by the cliffside, which he prodded at until it fell and rolled all the way down the hill. Admittedly, it turned out to be fascinating enough that it looked like he genuinely was.<br/><br/>"I was thinking the same," he responded to the elf. "Thought I'd give someone else the chance to feel smart, though."<br/><br/>He watched as she walked ahead of them with her cloak tightly bound around herself, and shivered a little. From the cold, or so he told himself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna rolled her eyes as she watched the other two exchange playful and hateful quips and glares at each other. It was somewhat amusing, she had to admit, but she worried that eventually one of them would snap and they'd end up killing each other, leaving her alone. She didn't care for them enough to lament being alone, but she didn't like the idea of going through this blighted land with only herself to rely on, especially not after having lost her whole clan. Something about the thought of not being around them made her feel vulnerable.<br/><br/>She turned to Mesaraih, who was walking next to her. "You should watch your words more carefully," she told him. "I don't think it's a good idea for the two of you to constantly be at each other's throats."<br/><br/>The man raised her eyebrow at him. "She's a smart girl. She won't do anything to me," he said, with far more confidence than he felt. "Anyways, what's your name? I don't know either of yours, and I'm tired of referring to you as vine lady and her as haughty witch."<br/><br/>Valehna stared at him with a dubious expression. "You could at least joke about people other than the ones you're relying on for survival, you know," she said. "I'm Valehna. And you?"<br/><br/>"Pssht," Mesaraih responded. "There's no one else to make fun of. And you may call me Mesaraih." He gave her an overly polite bow.<br/><br/>Valehna slapped him across the face before he had time to look up. "Quit making a fool of yourself," she said. Mesaraih rubbed himself ruefully.<br/><br/>"I'm still more scared of haughty witch over there than you," he whispered with an overly loud voice that defeated the purpose of a whisper.</span>