Drawing back a bit in shock at Tavia's response, Tivyrne sets her jaw and meets her gaze.  When she marches off, the young woman lowers her gaze.  Of course, she feels the same way.  She leaves the boy's body and folds her arms over her breasts, glancing up at the others.  She makes no move to follow Tavia, not yet.<br/><br/>"She's right," the young woman says.  "It sounds like slavers, but... a whole village?" she shakes her head slowly.  "Look, you all seem competent, ready to fight I am certain, but can we face unknown numbers?"  Swallowing, she rests the back of her wrist over her eyes to shield them, still stinging with unshed tears, from the sun's glare.<br/><br/>"First thing's first.  Take water from the river.  We need food and shelters."  Her eyes are the same shade of green as the sea she stares into.  "Tonight, we should take one of them... quietly.  Find out the truth."