As they walked, she was dimly aware of someone pacing them, from her home wood through those under human control, and at the edge of it the presence stopped still, blending among the trees. Another of her people, she surmised, and when her captor brought them to a halt, she took the water with a graceful nod, affording herself a long pull as she turned to gaze back at the wood.<br/><br/>Even knowing what she was looking for, she could not see the shape in the dimness, but she knew it was there. Just as she had been able to feel the doe's anguish, she had a sense of the life that watched them. Elven, and thrumming with worry. Gently, she shook her head, and tilted it back so the movement appeared natural - as if she were shaking out the long silken hair that flowed around her shoulders, before returning the water to the human.