Laughter was not the result that Jivâ€™undus expected from the woman and she was equally surprised when she seemed like she wanted to help. Taking the water bottle, she sipped on it tensing as another woman ran through the trees. The first womanâ€™s words calmed her.<br/><br/>Nodding slowly to the woman, Jivâ€™undus just agreed though she had no attention of running.  If this woman was willing to lay down her life for her, then Jivâ€™undus was not about to let her die, at least alone.  The notion touched her greatly that someone saw her life as significant. Her eyes moistened a bit but she fought back the emotions that welled up.  All the years in she had spent in the orphanage no once has treated her like she was anything but scum of the earth.  Even with the bandits it was all a matter of usefulness.<br/><br/>Before anything could be decided though, the sweet smell filled the air. Her stomach grumbled hungrily for food and she felt a little tipsy. It seemed like it might be a good idea to eat of the sap, at least part of her mind told her that. The rest remained doubtful.<br/><br/>She had forgotten about the frog, until it came flying through the air to land on the woman from before. Shocked and confused, she stared for a second convinced it was screaming revenge. While she could not see the damage the frogs touch was causing to the woman armor, she had a good idea that it wanted to hurt her friend. Without thinking about it she dropped the water skin and attempted to rip the frog from the womanâ€™s armor.