"I have always been free" she snapped back with a sharp tongue, some of what this band of adventurers had been saying had rubbed her the wrong way. Was she an animal that they could fuss over to feel better about themselves for a moment? Before mending it and setting it back into the wilderness. No.

She composed herself, before taking several strides back into the river, wading across to the other side to the lifeless body of one of her captors. Beside him was a sword, and a satchel. She picked up the sword with her right hand, letting it swing in a graceful fashion as she felt the weight of the hilt in her hand, and let herself be re-acquainted with her trusty blade before sheathing it at her side - but not before she made eye contact with her 'saviours'. She wanted them to know she was dangerous - and not some sad case. 

She put the satchel over her shoulder, checking it's contents and that nothing was missing. There was still a small pouch of gold, some dried meat strips, and two small steel daggers. With a grin, she tucked the daggers away in her belt. 

"I can help you out of here - if you're lost" the words, this language felt alien to her - so did listening to it, but she tried her best with it. "Now I sleep and rest, I'm leaving at the morning. Follow or don't. Your choice."

From laughing and feeling some sense of camaraderie, to being cold and stand-offish, holding her distance now - such was the ping pong personality of the Dorcha half breed.