Swiftcurrent Creek You say that you're leaving, well that comes as no surprise

There was a slight movement in her brow, as the corner of one eyelid raised. Of course she knew he wasn't Akavir. It was odd that he felt he should point that out, but she wasn't about to call him out on it. Her gaze shifted, so she might see him a bit better without looking directly to him; she found him lacking a bit of conviction. Not a leader, she thought. He called for Akavir, which led her to believe that perhaps the man she'd dragged from the cruel ice was in charge. Her ear flicked as Arric howled, though she was content to wait silently for the summoned man to arrive. 

She calmed her breath when he struck up a conversation. Small talk did not suit her. Nevertheless, she wouldn't ignore him, and she nodded. Her travels had been long, and she had wandered far, but when she answered "Yes," It was without any indication that it bothered her at all.