She didn't say much the whole time he carried her out of the plains. Her look was tired and her lips were curled into a grimace of surpressed hatred. All her life she had been fighting against the orcs with her family, until she had sought after a life as a warden in Hyjal. But the sting of his comment towards her ungratefulness bothered her. She had faced death before in her life, but she had never became this close before. And this man had just saved her, without her even saying thanks for it.<br/><br/>Looking up from her curled position in his arms she bit her lips softly at the pain of the occasional bounce from the unstable ground they were walking on.<br/><br/>"...I'm sorry I didn't tank you"<br/><br/>Her voice was soft, but she meant her words as she looked up at him. A strange feeling overwhelmed her when she realised she had never been this close to an horde, let alone an orc before without slitting a knife trough his throat. She had never realised how much they looked.. normal.<br/><br/>"Water would be nice... and.. d-do you have something else.. to wear?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>