The young woman took a hasty step back at the sudden, violent reaction of both man and beast to her words.  She flinched away as Roland’s gaze found her, “<span style="color: #006666">I’m sorry,</span>” she said, gazing between him and the enormous worg, “<span style="color: #006666">I didn’t mean to startle you,</span>” It wasn’t until his chuckle that some of the tension seemed to ease away from her and the Nadia relaxed herself, lips curling into a small, hesitant smile. She remained silent, her sharp eyes watching Roland as he moved back towards the massive beast and calmed him then regathered his equipment. She stood with a quiet air of expectation, an uneasy wariness as if she was not entirely herself of why she was here or if it was even a good idea. But here she was and resolved to go through with what she had decided to do.<br/><br/><br/>She was well accustomed to the gazes and stood firm under Roland’s, even squaring thin shoulders to make herself appear taller under his scrutiny with little success. “I am not sneaky,” she stated firmly, her lower lip pouting outwards slightly, “<span style="color: #006666">And I don’t stab things. I mean, I could, if I had a knife</span>” she paused, as if considering his question seriously and then shook her head, “<span style="color: #006666">I set things on fire, actually. They don’t need hearts, lungs, or livers. Most things, alive or dead, burn pretty easily,</span>”<br/><br/><br/>Nadia blinked at his offer and eyed the worg, surely enough room for two, even with his bulky armor, after all she herself was rather small. Ride with him? Well, it had a measure of sense to it. How else would she keep up with the cavalry? She tilted her head up to glance at Roland and gave a quick nod, “<span style="color: #006666">I can help,</span>” she stated simply, “<span style="color: #006666">That is reason enough to go, if you will truly let me ride along with you,</span>”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>