She could feel them watching, even before she lifted her head to survey the crowd - hearing more than a few gasps and whispers at the sight of her high cheekbones and slanting, almondine eyes. There was a strange mix of emotion from the people that watched their little procession - fear,, respect, lust, gratitude, hunger - and it all seemed to melt together, making it difficult to pick out the press of any one's persons emotions or physical sensations among the many.<br/><br/>One arm unwound, her hand lifting to rest upon the horse's shoulder, feeling the shift and ripple of the muscles she'd healed. Those who watched had no way of knowing that she shied from them not because of modesty over her nudity - the elf felt no shame for that - but simply from the strength of response that the sight of her and the mounted man brought, strong physical reactions. Cold spills of fear, stomachs churning.<br/><br/>These were his own people, and he evoked such a reaction. Her heys lifted to look upon him with hodded curiosity - what did he do even to them?