Lyanna looked towards Ofnir and Aelin as they spoke, standing back to her full height keeping her helm tucked beneath her right arm; following Aelin silently as he advanced toward the sound which she now detected albeit faintly unlike the elf. Her left hand reached down and gripped the supple leather bound hilt of her bastard sword, the leather having a fair degree of give to allow for proper handling; the familiar weight of the blade comforting as she soundlessly drew the weapon free of its home. Her right hand deftly planting the helm back over her skull, with the visor still up to maintain a full range of sight to her front; Lyanna's eyes darted side to side in a practiced manner picking out certain trees and rocks as distance gauges and stationary objects to judge movement on. 

"Careful, it could be an ambush..."

The solider in her knew the glade was too good to be true, and in her head she figured an ambush would likely occur; lifting her right hand she motioned the rest of the group to get closer to Aelin and herself so they wouldn't be scattered in a melee.