Shalan tensed, noting the way he did as well, his shoulders squaring. She swallowed, exhaling slowly, trying to clear her mind of all the confusing thoughts. Elf wars. Shit. [i]I should have done more research[/i], Shalan chided herself. At his mention of the more dangerous elven cults, Shalan caught her breath, suddenly feeling much more nervous. Her fists clenched as she let her held breath out. 
"I think I would have preferred it if your daughter had never seen me, as well." Clearly, her welcome was over. Shalan took a step back to increase the distance between them after he stepped forward. "I have done nothing to make it necessary that I hand myself over to you. Or my weapon. Obligation or not." 

Tense, she turned around to start back toward the barn, her head turned to address him over her shoulder. "I will leave, and you can forget I was ever here."