Illion paused his circling to puzzle over his own ears. His hands reached up and brushed his ears without his brain telling him to do so. He’d never really thought about it, even though his were clearly longer than a human’s there were some elves whose were much longer, it varied from individual to individual. 
This girl was a human, he’d obviously never met a human before, but this was definitely one. He was either very lucky or very unlucky. He’d been told all his life how horrible humans were, but this one didn’t look vile and evil, maybe not all humans were, or maybe she wasn’t human at all, that was still a possibility. Human or not this was exciting.
He had always kept a childlike wonder, he was criticized for being immature though it never bothered him. Even though his upcoming hundredth birthday was meant to mark him as an official adult, he just never seemed to grow up along with it.
“For fun.” He relied with a little bounce. He hadn’t expected to run into anyone and he really only stuck around for curiosity sake. 
“Of course not!” He jumped to reply too quickly and once he’d answered instant regret hit him. Perhaps it would have been better if she felt out numbered, but too late now. 
“I mean...uh...” He began. He wasn’t particularly good at reading others, but this human was clearly nervous. “...There are others out there, but not with me. I’m alone, and no one is with me. But there could be, maybe someone is looking for me.” He rambled trying to make up for his lacking conversation skills. 
He couldn’t decide whether he wanted her to know how many elves there were. Of course he didn’t just randomly exist on his own, but did she really need to know? 
There actually weren’t that many elves, a couple hundred perhaps. They’d yet to die so they felt no need to reproduce, with the exception of Illion of course. Illion lived ignorant of what he really was. He’d been deaf to the whispers about him and blind to his differences from other elves. He was for an example weaker. He may be full of energy but he was far more susceptible to injury and illness. 
Once he spotted her machete he gasped and stepped back. Maybe she wasn’t as friendly as he initially thought. But she hadn’t attacked him yet. 
“There aren’t more of you here are there?” He asked, now just thinking of it. He really needed to take more precaution, but he was naive and trusting, even at the worst of times.  If there were more humans he’d be screwed. He couldn’t go back to the village and lead anyone there, and he couldn’t fight off more than one at a time. As much as he disliked it he may have to curse her and any who were nearby.
He was conflicted, he didn’t want to hurt her or anyone else, but if the choice presented itself he would have to choose his people.