Catiel took a deep breath as the remaining wasps fled, a small smile starting to form. They're doing much better then she thought they would, in fact the worst they suffered was a few scratches from rolling out of the way of some attacks. However, she didn't want to try her luck, no matter how confident she felt right now. So, she was going to shoot down his suggestion to keep going, but then he started praising her. She felt a warm feeling of satisfaction at that. Being praised like that, it felt good to her. In fact, she unconsciously adopted a bit of posture that seemed to say 'praise me more'. "Well," the elven girl started, her inflated ego making her actually think about going through with it. "Very well, let's go." And with that, she started to follow the fleeing wasps.