The drow glanced up at her, heeding her words as he stopped moving, content to lay still in the grass. He thought over his answer to her question for a few moments. Was it wise to tell one of the elves about his goal? About what had caused his wounds? He wasn't quite sure, but he figured no truths would harm this situation far worse than anything else he could hope to tell them. Besides, the fact that he still breathed was definitely a plus in this whole thing. She likely wouldn't kill him at least.

At length, a small exhale of breath came from his lips as he slowly reached up to pull his mask down, revealing the blackened skin of his people. Not like his outfit would hide his race any further. "Would you believe me if I said it was to talk to your people?" he asked. He moved to sit up, hissing in pain from the movement. However, he managed to sit up, his hand reaching to his side to hold his wound lightly. "I'm somewhat of a researcher. I was hoping to talk to your people before I went and injured myself." He winced again as a stinging pain pulsed from his wounds. He bowed his head lightly to her. "I do not wish to trouble you any further. If you could point me in the direction of your village, I would be most grateful."