Araile wiped her hands off on her dress and smiled at Darrken. "My name is Araile, and I do not mind the company at all, I have been alone for quite some time, its hard to trust people when I am the last of my kind. I'm so used to people hunting us down but I keep forgetting that its the 21st century not the 17th." She knew she had just put an age on herself, but he was a demon/elf so he had to have at least a century or two? Hopefully anyway. She sat down and crossed her legs, trying to be modest after she had used much of her dress to tend his wounds. She was shy around men mostly, and didn't really know what to do with herself, she was glad that she hadn't had to fry him, yet anyway. 
Araile cleared her throat, "I don't mind stories, this may seem odd and out of place, but do you have anything to eat? I'm rather famished." Her stomach was in tight knots, half from worry that he would cut off her head at a seconds notice and half because she was starving. She hadn't eaten a thing in days, and she wasn't about to tell of her hunting down wild game just for a snack as her dragon form. Araile heard something behind her and she stopped, she slowly turned around and behind them was a tabby cat. Every muscle in her body went rigid and she whimpered. "Please, get that thing away from me."