Her first reaction to Asher's few, but sensitive tears stunned her. A man that could cry in front of a woman unashamed? This was unheard of! Yet, she kept her astonishment to herself, it was inappropriate of her to call attention to his tears. Instead she reached out with a comforting hand and patted him thrice upon his back before withdrawing away from him. "Oh come now, do not be such a light-hearted sissy, my words were not that heartfelt as you would have to them to be." Here she laughed, but as soon as she did, a scream tore through the night. She startled, her heart almost leaping into her mouth from fright. Asher rose to his feet and spotted what he claimed to be bandits. She looked to him for guidance, Johanna had not found her self in such dire situations. Almost immediately, Asher invited Johanna to join the fray with him by informing her of the location of a spare sword. After he departed, Johanna rushed to retrieve the sword from his pack. It didn't take her long to discover it. She would have liked to take the time to examine it closer, but she couldn't. 

Her heart pounded violently within her chest, Johanna worried that it might burst from her chest from the way it banged painfully away inside. She fervently kicked the cinders of the fire about, extinguishing the flames as she did so. If the bandits saw the light of their fire, the chance of the discovery of their camp increased tenfold. When that task was completed, Johanna took off into the darkness, in search of Asher. Finding him was easier than she had anticipated. She soon discovered her new companion, sword and torch in hand, fighting like a wild man. 

Johanna had just broken into the clearing when she spotted a bandit on foot wielding an iron axe approaching Asher with intent to kill. She sprinted into action, not out of courage, but out of fear for the life of Asher. Johanna raised her sword high in the air and grasped the bandit with her other hand. Her fingers curled tightly around his coarse leather vest as she pulled back the bandit. Johanna drove the hilt of the sword into the skull of their foe, knocking him unconscious.