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Alsia had not expected kindness or aid from humanity. In truth she had expected very little as the cold and her injuries had numbed her body and mind, driving them closer to collapse and then ultimately to a point where she had lain unconscious in an alleyway for several hours. But rather than suffer an ignoble death from exposure and her own stubbornness it appeared that there was a reprieve. She had been shaken awake by a concerned human and an act of will kept her membranes from sweeping across her eyes, settling for the human blinking to clear them.

Her first instinct had been to shrug off the attempt to help, and the visisth had tried to rise and continue onwards only to sag back down to the ground. It appeared that she would have to accept the offer of help. For a rare moment there was a feeling of twisted gratitude, the imprint forced upon her allowed her to pass as human and it had likely just saved her life.

As the human helped her up to her feet and led her away Alsia readied herself for treachery. It was foolish and against her training to trust someone without extensive reconnaissance and evidence, but at this moment she would have to make due. It didn’t help that she badly needed food.