Ildra, reflexively, wrapped an arm around Kitherit's waist when she stumbled. It only took a few moments for the girl to steady herself, though. She seemed determined if nothing else, and that secretly pleased the elven woman. Determination and backbone were always fine things to have. Once she saw that Malith was willing to take the stranger to the village, she began to walk with them, purposely keeping her gait slow.<br/><br/>"I did not ask her name," she replied to the Ranger. "I am not.... sure how to." The glance she sent his way was hopeful. "Perhaps, you know enough of this common language to ask her?" Besides, how hard could it be to get a name out of someone? Kitherit did not seem to be of malice or deceit. "We will find out what has happened to her, somehow. She looks like she is of our blood, but there are differences." Subtle differences, they were, but differences, nonetheless.<br/><br/>Ildra looked back to Kitherit, and hoping the girl would understand, pointed to herself. "Il-dra. I Ildra." Gods, she sounded like a two year old to her own ears. The sun was beginning to stream through the trees, chasing the last vestiges of darkness away from the forest......<br/><br/>(My apologies about the shoes. :P)