Quiarinox's eyes moved between the two of them, so harsh and unforgiving. What sort of girl did they take her to be? Did every woman who wandered into the wilderness just open up about their business? She saw no mark to indicate they were guards, but they acted with the rumoured insistence of the Syliran knighthood. Her scowl deepened, and she maintained her distance. Already, and this was amusing to her, she could detect the first bit of a rift opening between both men with the interruption, and her own evasiveness. Would they pursue her? Would they threaten her to learn her secrets? She was a weak little human woman. Under the threat of harm, she would not hold out... but her memory would. "I don't care what you're both out here for," she started, even though she lied through her teeth. She did care. She needed to know. She could deny the hunger for the words, though. "It does not make your question any more welcome." She was starting to feel cold, though, and couldn't help but be drawn closer to the fire, glaring at them both as if to demand they step away and let her in. To demand they stay where she can see them. What weapons did she have on her? She could swing her pack, and she had her fans, but they were so unwieldy and... flimsy, in terms of protection. Somewhere, Rhysol was perhaps rolling his eyes at her arrogance. Stupid Chaon. The thought irritated her and she slumped forward at the fire, expressing defeat. Coaxing for more questions. Wordless insisting that they continue their altercation and allow it to grow. She wanted to see a line drawn, and the two men at either side. |