The handsome warrior seemed to have decided he was her savior and Hilde gave him a half smile, "Thar be plenty o' time fer flirtin' later, Warrior. I be Hilde, save yer breath until ye 'ave a pint ta spare at tha fire." She took careful aim at some approaching undead and let loose with several arrows at once. She was picking them up as she went, pulling the spent arrows out of corpses as soon as it was clear to do so.<br/><br/>She tried to stay behind the melee fighters and picked off those who seemed a threat to those who had their backs to the undead. The strange words and the wind made her hair nearly stand on end. She jumped back as the winds scythe through the shamblers. She glances back to stare at the witch for a moment then to Arlais. "Be that your woman?"  She had seen them traveling together and assumed so.<br/><br/>It did not make sense to her why he had one woman and flirted with another. Hilde was not averse to playing around with men, but she would avoid a witch like that if she already had a claim on him. Hilde had no desire to be cursed.