Deepwood Weald Damsel needing forest guide

He chuckled, breath misting a little on the chilly air. Well, not really, he admitted, shrugging. I just came in here on my way inland. But. . .we could retrace my steps, see if we could get you out of here? 

The offer was on the table, and he gave her a placid, patient look, waiting for her response. For all her scars, she seemed nice enough. Maybe the fury was only activated in times of danger or distress. He probably didn't want to find out the hard way.

Okay, that was wrong. He wanted to find out the hard way, but he probably shouldn't.