Aluren nodded slowly to her words, a smiling lightly at how jumpy she was. There certainly was reason to be such, and he was glad she was still cautious. The forest seemed to be entirely petrified, not even a single leaf seemed to hold any life due to the lack of wind. There was no heat, yet the cold that was present simply felt as if it were merely void. Aluren turned to her as she walked by him, instincts and the desire to protect her kept his eyes focused on her bare form.. though there was also the more primal reasons why.<br/><br/>Blinking, the knight looked away from her and toward the folded up cloak. Kneeling down, he'd carefully pick it up with both hands, still able to feel the warmth of her skin through his gauntlets.  Once her bandages were wrapped, he soon followed back to the fallen tree, aiding in collecting her garments and armor while picking up his fallen sword.<br/><br/>It oddly felt so easy to relax here and he wasn't sure why. Isalisk's mention of an assault caused him to frown, brow furrowing as he thought upon her words. "Perhaps she would, though I am not sure. She has grown desperate and her plans for you have been foiled. We are both enemies in her eyes now and that is to our advantage... Your body is no longer of her interest." His words became silent at the end, a light sigh escaping parted lips before he quickly sheaths his sword, breaking the silence as metal grinds against hard leather.<br/><br/>"I doubt that old crow can do anything on her own, and this forest we're in? It will lead us to her whether she believes that or not, she has grown foolish in her years." He'd nod once to this, jaw tightening as he felt determination run though his veins, empowering him and his will to move forward.