Elle simply laughed at Nil's revulsion and shook her head,[color=00B2EE] "I'm happy to inform you that what she was doing is not traditional behavior."[/color] At least, in her experience. A bit of harmless flirting was one thing, but this girl had all but thrown herself at him, and as much as it annoyed her, it was rather amusing to see Nil's reaction to it. His perception of "mortal" behavior was quite funny as well, having this preconceived notion of despicable creatures who stabbed each other in the back constantly. While that was obviously true in some cases, it wasn't for all of them. There were definitely good people out there. She knew, she had met them. Nil's dealings with people must have strictly been through word of mouth, or with the scum of Nirn. 

Speaking of which, she was quite curious about who her companion really was, but she didn't think they had been acquaintances long enough for her to ask. She could guess by his general behavior and appearance, but she didn't want to assume anything. It was plain to see that he was closely connected to the Daedra, that was clear through his summoning of Jyma-what's-it and his familiarity with the rather disagreeable dremora, but how, she didn't know. The horns were not characteristic of a normal Dunmer, that she was sure of. Maybe he was a half-prince? She had read about something like that when she went through her Daedra phase.

[color=00B2EE]"No complaints here," [/color]she said in response to his answer, [color=00B2EE]"Plus you probably need stitches for that wound. I don't think those healing potions fixed it as much as we hoped," [/color]she mused as they headed back towards the inn. And she was really tired, but that went without saying. Now that she thought about it, she was pretty hungry too. A warm meal and some water didn't sound too shabby at the moment. It was warm inside the inn, and the drone of quiet conversation buzzed in the rather tame atmosphere. It was certainly a welcome change from the hostile and cold environment of the Barrow. 

In all honesty, she had absolutely no idea that Nilovas was suspicious of her. She wasn't exactly a very suspicious person or even intimidating, so the thought never even occurred to her. She was a terrible liar and neither deceptive nor manipulative, so no one was ever suspicious or distrustful of her. Now, she was not so naive as to readily trust other people; she had a fairly good judge of character. It was pretty clear to her Nil had no intentions of hurting or hoodwinking her, so she never dreamed that he would suspect that of her, even though they hadn't known each other long.

The small Breton walked up to the counter and smiled at the man behind it in greeting. She got herself a room and a meal, then added, [color=00B2EE]"You wouldn't happen to have some spare needle and thread? I seemed to have damaged my cloak." [/color]He nodded and replied, [color=688571]"I can check for you," [/color]handing her the room key and turning away to speak with a blonde woman. Elle turned back to face Nil with her arms crossed and said, [color=00B2EE]"I know what you're going to say, and I'm going to tell you that stitching yourself up is a bad idea." [/color]She had tried it before, and it hadn't exactly gone very well. Unless the injury was in a fairly convenient place, trying to give yourself stitches usually only made things worse unless you were an expert.