Taraah was surprised when the duo refused to leave. Even more so when the girl actually went and touched her, being concerned for her no the less. What was it so special about this one? Why did she not fear her like the others? Before, she got shot and cursed at whenever she peeked up during the day without her disguise. This one's eyes welled up when she saw her in discomfort. Taraah's breath slowed down as she found the hand on her forehead strangely calming.

After a few seconds, Taraah managed to stand up. It was strange, as she had to actually look up to the children, being young and small herself. They were lucky she could even hold them in the air before. "They'll blame me for it. You should go. Find other people and warn them." she said, despite not wanting to be left alone. Finally she found someone not afraid of her, and she had to send them away if they were to be safe. A sickening growl torn her out of her thoughts, as the horde made it out of the village and was now heading towards the forest. "Go! I'm right behind you." she said and turned around, taking a rugged deep breath. Somewhere within her lungs, she could feel the familiar burning that traveled up her throat as she bathed the approaching monsters in a jet of fire.