Arista managed to summon enough strength to walk with the group. The un-hostile demon that was traveling with them managed to run on ahead at full speed. He seemed conflicted with the events that were happening before him. She managed to notice that one of the group was holding a bow towards a She-elf. Not a far fetched thought seeing an elf scurrying around these parts. "A traveler, for I travel, you see." The response of the stranger seemed odd. Almost like she was forming an excuse to tell them. But that was not of her business.<br/><br/>A canteen was offered to her from a man that must have heard the demon call her a blue person. How a demon finds a blue person odd ...almost made her want to laugh. "I believe you need water more so than I." A smile creeped up her face as she guzzled the water from the canteen down. Her wound slowly faded as the water healed her wounds. It was rejuvenating, and soon made the very thought that she had bleed blue blood almost a dream to the others.<br/><br/>" Thank you sir. I will repay you one day." She spoke the words wiping away dabs of water on her cheek. The canteen was slipped back into the man's hand. Her body was now sparkling with life, unlike before. Conversations sparked up as the strange new elf tried to avert danger. There was no sign on her hands, or shoulders of being a follower of her's. Most the elves in that forest were either worshiping her, or worshiping another dragon of value to them. Obviously, this is one of the one's that might not be religious.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Demons attacking. Water safe. Remember?"</span>called the tall guy as he ran past the 'traveling' Elf.<br/><br/>Lysonna's slanted eyes narrowed, her drawstring still pulled taught against her cheek. Though her countenance would never show it, she was feeling fear. Lysonna's heart drummed in her chest.<br/><br/>Johnathon's words, caused her eyes to swivel from her target, though he was not with in sight. She sighed, trying to calm herself and at the same time relaxing her muscles and bow.<br/><br/>"Aye, follow if you wish," Lysonna said. After a moment she added in Elvish, "<span style="color: #80FF00">Surusiq, tautulli -ᖃᖅ</span>."<br/><br/>Morys nodded. "Aye, talking should be saved when we have found safety." With that, the Almerkian rushed ahead, sprinting at first in an attempt to catch up with the shiny man and the lady he was dragging after him. He watched the orb bob through the trees ahead and was soon slowing to an easy jog. It was a long trek to the river, one they could easily finish before nightfall, but much too long for him to keep up such a fast pace, especially when every other step had flames of pain leaping up from his healing foot.<br/><br/>Lysonna's strides were long and quick, similar to a deer the way she moved. The Elf was unhindered by rocks, roots, or shrubbery. She was agile, and at home in forests. Lysonna easily passed Morys and was keeping pace with the Demon, though remaining behind him and the woman he was pulling along with him.<br/><br/>"What happens once we've found water?" Lysonna asks, with her lilting voice, which easily carried back to the Almerkian.<br/><br/>"We find a Hollow Root," he replied, some what surprised that a nature-loving Elf would not have already come to the same conclusion.<br/><br/>*<span style="color: #00FF00">Novice, watch your own. (As close to a translation as I could get to "watch your back")</span>