When the elf at last reached a portion of the others' party, she came to a slow. The tied man and the girl were here, along with the blindfolded figure, all of whom were attempting to flee now. At first this was exactly as the wildwalker had hoped, that these people were safe and so much so she smiled despite the irritable yowl of the snarling, frothing panther. Her boots set to a halt in the soft forest soil and the flat of the sword rest against the back of her slender arm - she was about to say something until she recognized one small detail. They were running wild through the woods at night while there were still some enemies about; the moment of pause put her behind the trio, causing her to him and haw at what should be done.

"Wait, don't run off blind into the woods, you'll get lost and we still have to stop one more bandit!" She yelled to them before shooting the big cat beside her a look. Why were they running? Where were they blindly running off to now? Then the screaming of someone and fire was clue enough for the elven outsider, her questions answered for now.

Reflexively at this point she swung her legs over a fallen, mossy tree to avoid tripping herself and caught up to them not long after she landed, "Just following, but let's not go too far."

With any normal circumstance she would have had to call for her companion to change direction, but with Jamil of Azalorn there was no reason to. The wood elf knew he was always about or by her unless she sent him away, so when she went to look back and check in upon him she surely found him already by her side, close enough to touch and pat. Hurriedly moving as they were, at least as fast as a young girl, blind man, and tied bandit could, this wasn't exactly difficult for her to acknowledge the cat with the contact.

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