The moon fey was pretty sure that she was shaking, her nerves jangling as exhaustion argued violently along her bones with a renewed impulse to flee. But her flightiness was mostly internal. On the outside she looked worried, but her back was straight and her hands didn't tremble when the orc approached. She naturally started to turn to follow his progress around her back to keep him in front of her, but his eyes were on the wound and she consented to let him look.

[color=00aeef]"Go ahead,"[/color] she assented, fixing her eyes on the scene of upheaval around the arena. It was only then that she noticed the portal that was still open and her lips formed a small 'o'. Seeing the rift in the air was uncomfortably surreal and she glanced sidelong at some of the squires. It wouldn't do to leave that thing open would it? But even as she watched it, resolving to focus on something other than the huge orc, she noticed that the portal seemed to be shrinking and there were already people on the other side doing...something.

A pair of figures moved towards them and Rilana found herself looking up into the lion-like face of someone who was apparently Important. Her stunning blue eyes flicked to the shine of the crystal sword over his shoulder and one of her eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly. 

Rilana's surprise was even more apparent when he casually mentioned her home. Most people seemed to think she was some kind of elf. Lord Svarak seemed like the kind of person who, if anyone, would know more about the suspicions she had about the Frostfell's apparent isolation. She narrowed her eyes almost shrewdly at that, but kept her silence. It wasn't a conversation she was ready to try with anyone. In fact, she wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Unlike the orc at her side, Rilana, though not disrespectful, was obviously less impressed by this Lord Svarak. [color=00aeef]"I would like to say that visiting the southlands has been a pleasure, but given the circumstances I think I'll settle for saying I will have a few stories for my children one day."[/color] A ghost of a smile played about her lips, and she used it to mask the embarrassment when the Lord Knight reached for her ruined vest. [color=00aeef]"You didn't have to cut it, I would have taken it off."[/color] Now she would have to stop in Green Fall to buy a replacement. 

There was a tinge of colour along her pale cheekbones as the piece of her caribou-hide vest came away and exposed her pert cleavage, but she stood her ground and didn't lift a hand to preserve some semblance of modesty, almost daring the two men towering around her to say something lewd. Fortunately, as the Lord Knight appeared, the squires doing nothing better than loitering seemed to have suddenly disappeared, so it was only the Charr himself she had to worry about. And he said nothing. She wasn't sure if that made things better or worse.

[i][color=fff200]You wanted him to look.[/color][/i]

[color=00aeef][i]Shut up, you overgrown pigeon![/i][/color]

In her mind she could see Khona's amber eyes smiling knowingly.

[color=00aeef]"Envoy?"[/color] She wasn't sure she liked the sound of that. [color=00aeef]"I'm just a horse-trainer. But I'll be thankful for whatever healing you can offer."[/color] It was only right that they help her after she risked her life, she supposed. She tried to sound appreciative and followed the Charr's progress as he moved towards the sloppy bag of flesh that had just flopped out of the shrinking portal. She was surprised that Svarak didn't simply squash the tiny two-headed chestburster, and as she watched it eat as he walked away she had an idea.

[color=00aeef]"Knight Togan. Will you please grab that thing and put it in something sturdy. A thick leather saddlebag might work. I wish to study it."[/color] She pointed to the creature, hoping none of the others would notice it.