Keeping her alive just so that she could repay him a broken bow felt like a weak excuse, but Aeylisia was willing to let it go. Humans had done stranger things before. Distracted Lee watching the young man as he collected a few of the stray arrows that had fallen to the ground, she found herself scowling as he glanced back over his shoulder and once again reminded her to bind her injury, both from embarrassment and annoyance. 

Biting back the angry words she instinctively wanted to hurl at him, The Elvin woman roughly grabbed fistfuls of her skirts, yanking them up and exposing her injured leg. It was not a pretty sight. Four ragged slashes had been  Cut into the skin of her calf, starting just to the side of her knee and spreading in a diagonal across the back of the rounded muscle. Spending the least amount of time examining the injury, Aeylisia expertly began to wound the hooded scarf tightly around her leg, releasing an involuntary hiss that she sucked through her teeth. Fidgeting with the material until it was tight enough to stop the immediate bleeding yet not so much as to cut off circulation, she had just started to contemplate tearing off the ruined section of her skirts to keep them from dragging against her makeshift bandage win a hand unexpectedly entered her line of vision. Fighting down the instinctive urge to flinch away, the elf quickly lifted her eyes to give the young man an apprehensive look before she sighed and reached out her hand, taking the offered hand in hers  and using it to help her to get  up onto her feet.

 She very nearly gave away the truth of just how much pain she was in when her weight settled onto her leg, the pain very nearly taking her breath away. But Aeylisia managed to turn the involuntary moan that escaped her lips into a sound of contemplation Justin time, or so she hoped. "Uhh... Thank you... Sir," she murmured, not realizing that she had kept a tight grip on the stranger's hand. "... I'm sorry. I never did ask for your name." She could have kicked herself. She couldn't care less what this human's name was, was almost certain that he was here hunting her people, but manners were too deeply ingrained into her personality for her to forgo them now, even if it was more grasping straws then a genuine curiosity. 

[I] Or maybe,[/I] a small part of her reason, [I] you're feeling grateful that he saved your life...[/I]

She wanted to snort. True, her anger had begun to cool in the battle against the manticore, but that didn't mean that she was going to disregard the wanted posters and the chopping down and burning of her beloved trees. It didn't mean that she was going to like this human... Feel grateful that she wasn't a cooling corpse getting eaten by a monster, yes, but that didn't mean that she had to like him.