Sweeping the long braid that was reminiscent of pale moonlight over one shoulder. The pins having fallen out during the scramble for the small boat that had saved her wretched life. Her boat secure and thirst sated, she turned to face the elf with a ease and relaxation that belonged in a local tavern or home. Not on a beach littered with debris, and especially not with soar cliff walls that promised a demise Zarriia did not care to think about. Loosening her sword, she felt comfort from the steel that wrapped about her. Her golden eyes narrowed in thought. While magic was useful and certainly a danger. It also could become a crutch. She had seen it among her sisters, among the Priestess of Lloth. A well placed dagger, or bit of poison would easily bring down a mage. It was simply a bit more trickier. More cunning would be needed.

Though she was ready to fight if it was needed, she didn't offer violence as she walked to stand five yards from the surface elf. Her one hand resting on the pommel of her sword lazily. Her feet in a stance to lunge or dodge should he appear a threat, and the boiling water was a good indication he could well be one if he chose to. Something she didn't want nor need to tangle with as of this moment. They were in a dangerous situation and Zarriia was well aware that two worked better than one. Now to see where the elf stood on the matter.

Gold eyes took the elf in, each detail noted as she stood for a few long moments. He was not a bad looking for a surface elf. So she spoke, her voice neutral, but direct. "It seems we're in the same boat, or rather out of our respective boats." She let her lips quirk, her mask lowered as she didn't feel like tasting salt. Her gear would need washed and cleaned before she felt home in it again. "Don't think you'll get any of [i]my[/i] supplies, lest you have a bargain to offer. Of course I'm presuming you understand the situation of stranded on a island with cliffs such as those?" Her stance was loose, but she was ready too move. Some surface elves could be so very testy and if this one was then she would have to deal with him for better or worse. She would not let another's idiocy chance her life. He could very well stab her in sleep, or come up when she was wounded or winded. He represented a risk, though one that needed taking.