The most dangerous thing in the brown-haired, simple, though tough-looking, herder girl's possession would be the large stick he had, leaning up against the rock she was currently laying on, half-asleep, basking in the warming sunlight.<br/><br/>At Zelanthia's voice, the girl opened one eye, likely thinking she was dreaming. At seeing the succubus, so close, she gave a strangled cry, and tried to leap away, crashing into her stick, and tumbling to the ground. If she's pursued, she'll cower backwards, crying plaintively, near to tears, "P-please... don't kill me! I've done nothing wrong!"