As he approached, Maeve began to realise also, the significant height difference the elf had on her. At least six foot or close to, perhaps more by her estimation. When the elf had finally stopped just in front of her, he completely surprised her. Instead of attacking and bashing her head in with the rock...which admittedly had crossed her mind briefly, he was kind. Seemingly genuinely concerned, he even offered to cut the ties holding her two wrists together.<br/>For a good few moments, Maeve stood cautiously, silently appraising the elf. Up close, his yellow eyes stood out much more, unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Tugging at her bottom lip in thought, Maeve decided that the elf was okay and her distrustful frown softened. Nodding gratefully in acceptance of the elf's offer, she turned around, presenting her bound wrists to him.