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Alsia was ready in the case of treachery or betrayal, but even if the human who had stopped to aid her for an unknown reason was hostile she barely had any strength left, maybe enough to shove him away and make one desperate sprint, but what then? As unpleasant as it was the Visisth mercenary, bounty hunter, at times assassin simply had to trust that this was a genuine act. And so she allowed the human to continue leading her, first to a building and then inside and up to the rooms where he dwelled, at least it was warmer there. 

She sat upon the couch slipping her pack off to sit beside it and as the human spoke her hands that were so often clad in metal reached up to feel at her face. She almost forgot to flinch, but covering such a reflex was not common in humans, a sign of training that she did not wish to demonstrate, and so she winced and gasped as if in pain at her own touch. 

“Yes.” She said finally after what seemed the appropriate amount of time. “I’d like some water and food.” At the last word her stomach grumbled convincingly and hunger surged up more. Alsia could consume a human, but the thought was little more than a half reflected instinct flickering across her mind, such things had been buried by conditioning in her childhood.