Therin woke with a start, rolling instantly to her feet, daggers coming into her hands as she whirled about in search of danger.  Despite her diminutive stature and light build (she couldn't weigh more than 40 pounds soaking wet) the immediate impression she gives is of a hunting cat... and she looks just about as safe to pick up and cuddle as a bobcat with it's hair standing on end.  As for her own tresses, they were long and black, coming down nearly to the small of her back, although that one aspect of femininity did little to minimize the anger in her body language.<br/><br/>Not seeing any immediate danger, the tiny woman frowned.  "Now that wasn't the warmest welcome I've ever had... some invitation!  I don't appreciate being surprised like that!"<br/><br/>Turning immediately to Sycamore, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.  "Who are you?  Did you have anything to do with bringing me...?" she looks around at the others who are just rising from sleep.  "... and these others here so rudely?"