"None would go beyond the pass?" Mel asked, then glanced back into the forest where her friend lay dead or unconscious. "I suppose that's why your people are ignorant of western ways, from what I've seen growing up." He placed his hand upon the hilt of his keen blade, and stood casually. "And that is probably just one more reason why there is war." Rylen glanced at Mel, leaving his thoughts to himself. He knew the swordsman openly questioned certain goals the Westerner's were harboring, but as long as they had his allegiance then Rylen wouldn't question him in turn. He decided to focus on the woman. 

"And you claim you did not wish to attack us. I might believe that, seeing as you didn't join your overzealous friend." Rylen said, and unsheathed his sword. He pointed it at the woman, his visage serious. "But if we ever see you again in any circumstance save peaceful, I'm afraid we won't be as inclined to show mercy. Now go." he ordered. 

Mel looked at Mikasa for a moment, and then back at Rylen. He did not seem torn between worlds as some would expect him to be, but he seemed to feel a compassion for both at the moment. Not that he would share that. Rylen only thought of reporting back to the Lord (after continuing on to the battle scene that is.)