Elle balked slightly in surprise at the rather angry blast of red light, staring at Nil with shock before looking at Ralof, who also looked rather stunned. Judging from his expression, Elle assumed that such a reaction was a bit on the abnormal side. She pursed her lip and stowed the thief stone in her pocket. She thought it wise to bite back her quip that she had considered making at Nilovas's expense.

[color=00B2EE]"Agreed,"[/color] she said, starting down the road after him, Ralof taking up the lead towards their destination, [color=00B2EE]"How much farther to Riverwood?"[/color]

[color=9E9E9E]"Not long now. Once we're there, Gerdur will set you up with some supplies and then you best be on your way to Whiterun," [/color]Ralof replied.

Elle hesitated a moment before glancing at Nilovas,[color=00B2EE] "Both of us?"[/color] she asked, cocking her head slightly to the left.

Ralof shrugged, [color=9E9E9E]"That's up to the two of you."[/color]

Elle nodded before falling silent again. The gates of Riverwood were growing closer now. She hoped they'd have a moment to rest before she ran off to Whiterun to ask the Jarl for help. She had a feeling Nil wouldn't want to come with her, just by virtue of the fact he had been so opposed to hanging around with them before. Though, she couldn't be sure. Either way, she wanted to make sure no other towns met the same fate that Helgen did. Thinking of the ruined town, she began to wonder about that dragon. Quite a coincidence it had chosen to attack when it did. Had it been any later, she would have been dead; they all would be. Was there a reason it had razed Helgen, or was it just a random choice it had made? Her books had described the dovah as intelligent creatures with knowledge superior to humans and other such races.