Tyl'ra shook her head softly, that ghost of a smile returning when the Tiefling invited her to pick a name for her. Evidently, she was returning to her regular self quite quickly. It was a good thing so the elf left it be. Tyl'ra ate and simply listened to Nisha talk, giving a curt nod at the thanks. Her eyes scanned around the trees for any signs of another surprise. She would not be taken unaware again. It had been the first time in a long time that something had gotten the drop on her and she promised herself that it would be the last. The elf felt foolish that it had happened at all. Maybe Nisha was more of a distraction than she thought.<br/><br/>The savage shifted slightly, trying to favour her sounded side without being obvious about it. The wound ached terribly but she would not show any weakness. Nisha seemed the compassionate sort and would more likely than not want to dote on her as though she was an invalid. She would have none of that. It was odd that the next thought was worry for the outlander when it was obvious that her wounds were bothering her. Popping the last of the dried meat into her mouth, she stood up, stifling the grunt that wanted to come out as pain lanced from her wound.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Let us keep moving." </span>She declared, mumbling around the mouthful of food. She held out her hand and when Nisha took it, she carefully eased the other to her feet.<br/><br/>She paused when the question was asked.<span style="color: darkorange"> "I will not leave you to fend for yourself. Your foolish bravery would likely get you killed in a day without someone to watch over you. You would end up bones bleaching under the sun without protection."</span>She words would be harsh if not for the flush on the elf's cheeks and the slight embarrassment evident in her stance. She wanted the girl around. She was cheerful, beautiful and the flirtations had been rather effective. Tyl'ra just was not able to admit that yet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>