Focused as she was on not being captured, Helen was rather oblivious to Kall's wandering gaze that focused over her form and face. Her mind was set to never be chained by a loveless marriage, much less to a human whom she held no attraction to. He wasn't at all like the Orcish warriors that vied for her hand, who had fought and spent weeks attempting to showcase their skills and strengths, displaying their tusks and roars in attempts to one-up each other to impress her. Helen doubted she could ever be attracted to a being who had no tusks! Now Kall, she had noticed, held a FINE set of tusks in his jaw. Not to mention a strong arm and a sense of honor to what was right. Helen could admire that of him. Could admire many things about him, but in her mind... he obviously stilled pined for his lost love. A love once lost was hard won or found again.<br/><br/>As the pair of them made their getaway, the sounds of orc and human screams and shouts and yelping wargs from the small avalanche they had tumbled down in their direction echoing over the mountain, Helen listened to Kall's tales with intent. She was actually smiling rather soon from his stories, and laughing rather brightly. As if she had completely forgotten the fact she was being pursued by an overly lustful human prince that had a pension for orcs. His distraction did dull her fears and worries, it made her happy to simply be in the company of someone she could trust. "I do not know, but I know one thing. I have met KOBOLDS with more skill and attractiveness than that human. I would yes, rather marry a KOBOLD than that man!" she laughed jokingly.<br/><br/>As they rested their horses for a midday meal, Helen leaned beneath the shade of a tree, working on reorganizing their supplies to make sure everything had dried out thoroughly from their time in the river and that they food they had left would see them a couple more days should there be any delays returning to his tribe. The elk the pair had hunted was serving them well. "Are you certain of that, Kall? You know well if you attempt to step back into a position of authority, your brothers will fight you... what if your tribe attempts to kill you and trade me to the prince? Or... what if one of your brothers demands me as payment for protection?" It wasn't too far fetched of what could very well happen. Greed ran rampant through orcs, selfishness, it was a way of survival. "In those cases, if we get any inkling of that... I will leave and go to the coast as we spoke about. I will stand by you to fight for your position as rightful chief, if that is truly what you want. It is the least I can do for your help..."