Elle glanced over at her taller companion, offering him a sad smile when she noticed how distraught he seemed over the state of his venison, but made no remark. She was too consumed with her thoughts. And yet, as otherworldly as he was, he was doing a pretty good job of keeping her down to earth throughout all of this and unknowingly keeping her fears from running away with her rationality. She would have surely had a mental breakdown by now if he hadn't been here, or very likely, dead.

She finished her food in silence, feeling much better with a full stomach and a decision concerning what she would do next. Blue eyes focused on the flames, she finally spoke, [color=00B2EE]"I need to go see the Greybeards,"[/color] she paused a moment before deciding to explain herself, [color=00B2EE]"The dragons aren't going to stop coming, and they're probably the only ones with any concrete answers about what I am. I don't think this is something I can run from,"[/color] she looked over at Nil to see what he thought. 

Yes, she was scared, but she was too overcome with curiosity to slink back home and pretend none of this ever happened. She had always read about great heroes who possessed amazing power, but she certainly never expected to be a part of anything like that. Now it seemed as though she didn't get much of a choice in the matter. Still, there was this strange ache in her chest, nothing physical, more like an innate desire to know more what it meant to be Dragonborn and what she was really capable of. Her mind went back to Helgen, the moment the black dragon had stared at her with beady red eyes. It had known her, and recognized something in her. Whether or not it had attacked because of her, she didn't know, but that's why she needed to see what the Greybeards had to say.