Nathe watched as the woman turned uncertain. She clearly acted out of the kindness of her heart, but it seemed her people would be just as harsh with her. He couldn't ignore that. She shouldn't be punished simply for keeping him alive. It's what any decent person should strive towards, as far as he was concerned. Especially in their situation. His estranged brothers and sisters just hadn't realized how similar the drow really are to their fair skinned counterparts.

With that thought in mind, he made his mind up. Letting out another hiss of pain as he readjusted himself to sit cross legged in front of his savior, he closed his eyes, a small frown coming to his face. "I see you put yourself under a lot of risk just to care for me," he stated, bowing his head in thanks once more. "I truly am grateful for that. I shall return the favor." He pointed to the sword at her side. "Claim that you injured me and drag me to your village as a prisoner. My wound was treated, but only so you could have me questioned." As a sign of good faith, his hands reached down to his blades, unlatching them from his belt and placing them on the ground at either side of him. He then pulled his bow's string over his head, removing that and placing it alongside his blades. A knife was discarded from his leather boots, followed by his quiver of arrows. Each piece of equipment showed the difference between their races. The metal was finely made, having more minerals and forges below the surface, but the woodworking of his bow and arrows were shoddy at best, some of the tips made of solid stone instead of the steel that would normally be seen.

"I present myself before your mercy, miss. Do with me as you please," he declared, folding his hands behind his back. He was clearly expecting her to take his offer. It worked best for both of them. He got into the village and she was released of any blame for his presence.