It would be a lie if Lydianna said that she hadn't hoped that her demon companion wouldn't make it through the gates in time. But he did and there was nothing she could do about it. However, she [i]could[/i] enjoy the fact that he was having to fight for breath while she hadn't even seemed to have broken a sweat. When he said that he wasn't used to sudden exercises in agility she mockingly scoffed. Lydia herself could run for the better part of a day before tiring, and she could also last in battle for a longer time than any human could due to her elven blood which made her far more resilient than the humans, although her human blood kept her from performing as well as a full-blooded elf.

She listened to him ramble on, one eyebrow going up in slight surprise at the mention of his family trying to kill him. Pulling her sword from the ground where she had buried its tip in order to lean on it, Lydia cleaned the edge of the blade on her shirt as they began to move forward, halfway listening to his words.. "I'm sure I've put up with worse than your ramblings," Lydia replied without any mockery this time. As they started toward the forest Lydia took notice of her demon companion wincing at the arrow wound she had left in his shoulder. While inwardly she smirked at having wounded him and would have gladly left the wound unattended simply for being a thorn in her side, Lydia knew it would be better to heal it. If they were going to have a long journey she would prefer her demon companion be able to fight any attackers and not be slowed down by a festering wound.

Returning her sword to its sheath, she took a small container from a pouch hanging off her belt. She unscrewed the lid and told the demon, "Stay still for a minute." Without giving him reason she stepped close to him again and took a bit of sweet-smelling cream from the container, which she rubbed over his wound. Then she pressed her hand against the wound and muttered something in the elven tongue. She felt his skin grow hot beneath her hand for a moment, then it cooled back to his normal body temperature. She took her hand away and the wound was healed. "There," she said, stepping back and returning the cream to her pouch before pulling out a rag to wipe the remainder off her hand. "Now we can go."

She set off toward the forest again, drawing her sword once more in case any immediate threat should show itself. But for a time it was nothing but her and her new companion walking through the muted woods. After a while she realized that she didn't know what to call him. He knew her name, but she didn't know his. That bothered her. "What's your name?" She asked as they trekked through the woods. She wasn't asking to be friendly. Rather Lydia didn't want to continuously say, "Hey, you!" or "Demon!" when addressing him. Having a name to call him by would simply make things easier on their long journey.