In a somewhat misplaced gesture of authority, Aerylinne stretched her arm in front of her protector, giving the distinct signal to back off. Her eyes scan the peculiar figures that surrounded them, gears turning in her mind as she attempted to conjure up a word for them. Together with Cyrille, she fancied the odds of two against seven, but she didn't know how capable these things were. Perhaps, she thought, perhaps it would be best to leave the hostilities to one side.<br/><br/>"These are my... Temporary acquaintances. We just had a little misunderstanding, that's all." She said confidently, having wrested back a hint of control over the situation. She ran her hand through her immaculate, flowing mane of crimson hair and swished it to one side, just to make sure it sat right. It took her a moment to choose the best course of action, as she wondered and wondered about how the persistence of Cyrille would affect her plans. It took her a moment to realise that she'd just have to be equally persistent.<br/><br/>"Oh, miss Gia, I just have a small query for you, if you'd be so kind." She started, taking on her well practiced guise of the sweet, tentative noble girl. "I was wondering if it would be possible to continue through these woods without fear of assailants? I'd be ever so grateful if you could direct me." Aerylinne shows an encouraging smile as she speaks, eager to keep on moving in her chosen direction regardless of where Cyrille thought they were going.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>