For Raven it was easy, she might have been born a human, but she was raised as an elf by elves.  She grew up in a forest kingdom and that friends were to be cherished along with family.  While she couldnt classify the bronzed girl as a friend or family, yet, she understood they had come to terms.  Even if she didnt understand what was going on she knew enough.  She had been absconded along with her bronzed friend.   Where they were she didnt know, and neither did the other girl apparently.  So with the current situation presenting itself she found the choice easy.  The tentative allie was worth more than the stranger threatening her.  Her being raised an elf only served to make the execution of her choice easier.  Her greatsword was sheathed and an elegantly crafted short sword with a wicked curve and a leaf designe carved along the blade was removed.  It was a meer moment later that Edmund found her elven crafted shortsword positioned to spill his guts to the forest floor.