an alien a day keeps the sorceror's away

The reaction that Rylee got from the stranger was unexpected, at best. It took a moment before she could even get a word in, but finally, she was able to sneak in to explain: Nooo, noo, no. Not at all, it was him. Rylee gestured back toward the merchant, who was no doubt shooting daggers at her - if he could even stand.

Suddenly, Rylee quirked a brow. Again? Do you often steal from the shems? Nothing wrong with it, in Rylee's opinion. They'd stolen so much from the elven people, what was the difference now? After all, she'd essentially just helped this sweet stranger steal from that disgusting man.

After a beat, Rylee placed her hand gently on the woman's arm. You haven't done anything wrong and you don't have to give anything back, all right? Another pause, she shrugged. Besides, he's probably more upset about the hole in his back than anything you might have done. She winked, then gestured they should keep heading out of the area.

I'm Rylee, by the way - are you dalish? She'd not met many, they usually had vallaslin over their faces. But with everything so different after the Veil going down, part of her wondered if this woman's bare face was part of that.