The elf was quick to notice the change in the other woman's demeanor and gently wrapped an arm around her waist the support her and be a little closer. She was not carved of obsidian and did indeed have a heart. The poor thing was very likely in shock. It had not been too many years ago the Tyl'ra had experience her first kill. It had left her drained and feeling very wrong; very off. Her mentor had done much as she was doing now, holding her close and helping her until the feeling passed. It seemed to be worse for the outlander but then again, she had not been raised in this world and from what she had volunteered thus far seemed to have been raised in a much more opulent lifestyle. Tyl'ra gritted her teeth against the dull throbbing in her side. She would be strong when Nisha needed it most. Tyl'ra let a ghost of a smile flicker across her lips. Strong she might not be, but the fool girl was brave. Her dark eyes checked the girl again and while she looked a little more pale than normal even it looked like she was close to being back to her normal self.<br/><br/>The offer that the Tiefling made was very tempting and Tyl'ra nodded slowly. It still took a moment for her to steel herself in the face of the outland magic. It was so foreign but she did feel better when the magic washed over her. Though the wound in her side still bothered her without the dried blood sticking skin to armor at least the walk was easier<span style="color: darkorange">. "Thank you, Ni-Sha"</span>She said, wrinkling her nose at the way the name fumbled over her tongue.<span style="color: darkorange"> "But remember, no such displays in town... In fact, I am not sure how to avoid drawing much attention to you." </span>She frowned at the thought but kept walking, supporting Nisha and still keeping her eyes roaming around for any other sign of a presence. Again the ghost of a smile came and went at the mention of a bath. Even injured, the outlander could not be silenced in her dislike of the comforts she lacked.<br/><br/>They walked a little farther and the elf felt the wound throbbing more intensely. She stopped and gently lowered first Nisha then herself onto a fallen log. She could not bring herself to admit that she needed a moment to rest. Weakness was death on Athas and on top of that she did not want to worry Nisha.<span style="color: darkorange">"We should eat. You will need to keep up your strength." </span>The tribal elf produced some dried meat and tore the chunk in half, giving the other half to the tiefling. She watched the other woman out of the corner of her eye, trying to be very subtle. After that battle, she realized that she would need to come up with a better nickname for Nisha. She was definitely no Kanda. Tyl'ra bit into her meat and looked away from her companion to resume scanning around for anything else that might want to make them a meal<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>