Tha'ael is about to answer Ada's question-- what to do with the captured rider?-- but as she forms the first syllable with her dusky lips, the rider topples slowly from his saddle and lands with his head straight in the mud, revealing arrows of her own purchase and of her allies' pincushioning his back.  His mount's flanks are stained pink with rain-thinned blood, a puddle of the foamy ichor pooled where his saddle was, for a brief time, dry from the rain.  The horse, likewise dumbfounded, stares at her with one white-rimmed, terrified eye, before bolting off into the rainy wood.<br/><br/>For an awkward moment, she stands agape, then tilts her head in a bird-like moment of wonder before easing her arrow from its rest and returning it to its quiver.  "Never mind that," she mutters as she draws one gloved hand, heavy with exhaustion, over the black pleats slicked against her skull as the fat rivulets of rain roll off her.  "'e's, ah...  yeah."  She blows a sigh and eases off to retrieve her cloak, saturated and heavy among the branches, and the mud-dappled pack nearby, the shadows of her body rolling off like black mist until she disappears into the forest edge.<br/><br/>*<br/><br/>Shortly thereafter, she draws up to her allies' group and overhears the heated discussion, glancing a bit nervously between Ada, Ebirc, Elise, and Tavah.  She watches as the tiefling leads the way into the inn-- she wonders, for a moment, what kind of place this is, to sport such a pristine little shanty in the midst of an ambush... she is working the clasp on her cloak when the others begin heading in.<br/><br/>"I'm going to keep watch," she adds, the bitter words eking regretfully from her sense of caution.  She catches Ada's eye a moment, giving a curt nod accidentally punctuated by a drop of rain from the pale gray skin of her nose... an unspoken agreement with his caution, surely.  She then dons her sodden hood and heads back to the inn's yard, looking for a dry roost from which to make some kind of guard post.