Harvik just sat there dumb founded. "You cannot be serious...." He looked at her before finishing up bandaging his wound. He limped over to her and looked at her, removing the cloak from her. Noticing she had passed out he began to laugh heartily. He had been right it was a woman. "Oh Fates! You truly must be jesting." He dragged her over to his tree where he had been and tied her against it with a spare length of rope he had. "Now I don't have to worry about you killing me.." He muttered after he was done. He sat back down and nursed his leg before splashing some water on her. "Wake up you trouble maker.." He growled.