Elle moved in a manner that was automatic, so much going on in her head that she was barely aware of where she was going and that Nil was still at her side. She was feeling so many things at the moment, that it ended up feeling numb, and that showed on her face. So it was true. She was Dragonborn. Of all the people in the entirety of Tamriel, she felt that she was the most unlikely of candidates. The Dragonborn was supposed to be a mighty warrior, an epic and legendary figure that struck awe and fear into the hearts of all who opposed them and force the very dragons themselves to bend to their will. She was none of those things, could do none of those things. She avoided fighting when at all possible, and up until the past few days, hadn't had to deal with much more than a few wolves and some bandits. How was it that she came to possess such power?

Her trail of thought was interrupted when Nil spoke, jerking her back to reality. She stopped walking to turn and listen to him. What he was saying certainly made sense, and made her feel slightly better. He was right, who were they to tell her what to do? She owed these people nothing, this hadn't been her choice. She could very well just ignore the Greybeards and return to her life. She wasn't ready for this kind of responsibility, she would never be ready for it. But there was something in the back of her mind that was well aware that this was a turning point, a hugely pivotal moment, that everything would be different from now on. She just didn't realize how drastic that change would be, not yet anyway. Her uncertainty only grew the more her companion spoke, and that translated to her expression as she looked away and focused on rubbing some of the dirt off of her armor as she continued to listen.

However, they were promptly interrupted the the sharp order of a guard, and she quickly turned her head to watch the man approach and start bickering with Nil over the armor. The guard was clearly more concerned with the demi-prince and didn't pay Elle a second glance, which was fine with her, but she was growing angry with the fact that he had accused and attacked Nil, right after the half-mer had put his life on the line to slay a dragon that he didn't have to aid in killing. Technically, neither did she, but they both had anyway. She didn't interject, at first, but she had had enough, and with everything else she now had to worry about, this seemed a very petty thing.

[color=00B2EE]"Sir,"[/color] she snapped sharply, suddenly becoming aggressive, stepping in between Nilovas and the guard, [color=00B2EE]"My friend here just helped defeat a [i]dragon[/i], and his armor was damaged in battle so they lent him what you see now. If you don't mind, we'll be on our way. Good day,"[/color] she finished harshly, her tone extremely passive aggressive and quite stabbing before she turned and continued away. At this moment, she didn't have the patience to deal with something so small, and had absolutely no tolerance for Nil being treated that way. If not for him, she wouldn't have made it this far alive, that she was sure of. She didn't know what was going to happen now, what she should do, and she was sure Nil wouldn't want to deal with all of her Dragonborn drama, as much as she  hated to admit it to herself.