Aruk and Crystal simply watched as the naked satyr dispatched his foe with ease.

Once it was all over, the satyr did not even turn to acknowledge their presence, and right fully so. 

Aruk sighed and turned the other way. Crystal looked at him incredulously.
[color=39b54a][b]"How rude! Turn away from us--!"[/b][/color] She started to complain. Aruk shook his head.
[color=9e0b0f][b]"Crystal." [/b][/color]He said sternly. He needn't say anything else. 

Breaking away from the standard convention of calling her "Little one" was enough. Crystal hurumphed childishly and hid back inside the pauldron of solitude. Aruk was no happier than her, but only because he knew he didn't even deserve to give his thanks to the warrior for the salvation. Aruk instead turned his thoughts to finding their baggage, and without Crystal's help. The little lady had the grudge of a crow.