Ralia was holding her head in her hands slowing her breathing. She continued to repeat in her mind, "Keep calm, you can do this." When her thoughts were interrupted by a voice her head shot upright. She observed the man before her taking in his armor and sword. He was obviously better suited for combat than a Mage such as herself. 

In her panic her brain did not process that he wanted to help her. The only thing going through her mind was that this was no longer a game. She could die all too easily. It was far to risky to be around others. These thoughts swarmed in her head like angry wasps, and the buzzing made his intentions unclear to her. 

She gripped her staff tightly in both hands and jumped to her feet. She pointed her staff at him, holding a defensive position. "What do you want?!" She demanded in anger. She very much looked and acted like a scared animal backed into a corner. But she didn't strike at him yet because in all honesty she wasn't sure that she could take him. She didn't intend to let him know that.