She looked at the woman with concern, then at the man who was trying to help her. "It be only fair to help a fallen one. If she be one with the Gods then we earn favor. Looks like she has traveled far and is exhausted." So far Hilde was the only one, besides the warrior who went to chop wood, willing to introduce themselves.<br/><br/>The one in green went to get water. Hilde noted he had hidden himself so well she did not see him until he spoke. A flicker of curiosity went through her at that. But at least he seemed willing to help. She had heard of the ones who wore that headband. It's bright color a marked contrast to the rest of his outfit. He obviously had a camp nearby. She turned her attention to the man next to her.<br/><br/>"She does not appear to be injured, maybe just in shock or weary. I do not think we need to carry her anywhere. Let us see if she recovers with some hot tea and warmth. Rest would be good." She left them there then and tried to catch up with her horse, Frost. All her supplies were on his saddlebags and she walked towards him calling softly. "Come, Frost. Time to rest. We camp here."<br/><br/>At first he kept grazing, hungrily grabbing mouthfuls of grass and chewing noisily. His teeth ripping and tearing the grass as he moved slowly. As she approached he lifted his head to flick his ears forward to stare at her walking towards him. Now you would think after spending a good five years with her he would know she was his master and the one who took care of him. But at this moment he did not seem to care. He moved rapidly away from her, not at a run, but moving obviously faster than she and making sure to stay out of reach of her reaching hands.<br/><br/>"Frost! Stop that ye flea bitten nag! I need me packs!" of course her raised voice made him snort and move faster away from her. She cursed him roundly with every word she could think of to make it clear to him if not to everyone within earshot what she thought of his antics!<br/><br/>"Ye damned idjut! Come here so I can remove yer packs! If not I will leave them on all night and ye can feel the weight of them plus me all day tomorrow!" she had gotten close to him every once in awhile and he had finally circled around to where the rest of them were standing.  That last bit seemed to hit a nerve and he stopped, his rear facing her as she kept walking towards him. One hind leg lifted off the ground as if he contemplated kicking her if she grew close. His ears flicked to the back as he listened to her approach.<br/><br/>"If ye kick me I will make sure ta hobble ya tha rest of tha night." she stopped a few feet away from him and waited. Eventually he put the foot down and stood complacently as she went the last few feet to his side. Grumbling under her breath she began unlacing the packs and tossing them on the ground. The saddle the last thing to pull off his back.