He did quite enjoy observing her, the way she reacted when she could tell he was looking at her... He let his eyes wander over her for a few long moments before he did much else. "Kinaryth, then... A fairly unique elven name, I've only heard it once before... I do believe it must have been a grandmother of mine that had that name..."The dark Hyor said, remembering the stories of his ancestors... Yes, his mother had been a half elf, the other half was Draemor. Lyth showed quite a bit of his draemoric ancestry with the golden eyes and a leaner body than either of his parents. The Violet hair had belonged to his father, and the pale skin was his mothers. He had never actually met his mother...<br/>The girls voice was softer and much sweeter that he had anticipated, and he closed his eyes momentarily, slowly taking in the sound. "Yes, You are to refer to me as Lyth."He said, resuming his gaze at her before turning back to the window. If one was to look past the drapes that hung in front of it, they would surely be dizzy with vertigo, but not him."How long have you been awake for? It will be awhile before the sun rises..." His voice had a slight sound of concern to it. He eyed her over for a moment, and walked over to her before she had a chance to reply. This man towered over her, and his orange eyes peered down at her, examining her features... His eyes memorizing every curve and shape... Yes, he did indeed like his little prize. He hoped she would heal up well... He sat down next to her and extended a hand, now eyeing over the spot where her injury would be under the blankets. He very carefully attempted to brush the blanket away from the wound without causing her any pain. "Hold still now, Little Kinaryth..."He said calmly.