Neverwinter Forest run, rabbit, run

"You din't know," she sympathised. 
The woman didn't miss the coldness that crossed her face. The defiance that was certainly there, the seeming hatred.
She almost retorted with 'You left too. Look what happened.' But decided that holding her tongue would only prove well for her argument. She needed to be on the young woman's good side. Somehow.

Her gaze turned harder. She resisted the urge to furrow her brows. This wasn't good at all.
"You need tah speak with 'em. I'd rather you come freely instead of them huntin' you." 
Instead of me hunting you.
"I'll come with you to the woods, then goin to speak with Damien. It'll be better if we do so." Soon. She worried that the man would not think well of her if she couldn't do a simple task. It was always easier just to go in guns blazing. Not talking and guiding.
This wasn't her way; but it seemed to be the best way.