<span style="color: #408000">Fallen from grace, the elf shook his head as a wolf would, freeing his silky hair from his face. The thought suddenly crossed his mind that he should move before he was spotted, but, before he had the chance, he was approached by the herb-seeker, who bore questions concerning his state of well-being. He started and jumped halfway to his feet, pushing further to the rear until his back met a tree and he slid up it.<br/><br/>"N-n-n-no, I am well truly. Your concern is appreciated," he rattled speedily, wide-eyed and with a slight tremble. He disliked being in such a vulnerable position and considered running, but discarded the idea as he noticed the presence of the demon-boy standing a short ways off, great wings folded against his back. He then straightened, tugging at his sleeves, and donned a serious, formal expression, stepping forward and standing to his full height, his shoulders pushed back. He was put off to find that, while in this stance he was normally slightly taller than the average man, this human stood nearly two inches above eye level with him. He had always been short for one of the fairy folk, but now he felt minuscule. Nonetheless, with adjusted posture, he tilted his head up in a regal manner and looked the man in the eye, occasionally darting glances at the lascivious white-haired boy behind him. <br/><br/>"Now, then, I find that it is my duty to request of you both your reasoning for your presence is Krisnin Forest." </span>