Aerdrie seemed surprised by his concern, no one had ever been concerned for her that she could recall in her 100 years of life. It was a strange sensation, and she felt herself rejecting it like a foreign body. "I have been traveling in these lands for seventy five years. The first time I've been close to death was after I joined that group two days ago." She seemed to amend the arrogance slightly moments later, "Certainly, I've had scrapes, bruises, broken this or that, and a few less than pleasant gaping wounds. But I've never seen death smiling until then." She said this with a sort of omen and hard tone.
It wasn't hard to see as her bird fought with her that both she and it had a few ruffled feathers. "To answer your second possibly rhetorical question. I did not become a Lonehawk so that I would be forced to suffer spending time with people who do not want me, respect me, or share the same values that I do. I became a lonehawk so that I could leave behind the casual mistrust, cruelty, abuse and foolishness of others while fulfilling my duty to this land."
She'd finished with her bird and unfurled a dangling cage from her pack capable of housing the creature while it healed, "Were I you, I would not appeal to my survival instinct. It tells me as does I imagine your own that staying with all of you is a death sentence from incompetence. No, if I were you, I would appeal to my better nature to come and help you protect them from themselves and the tiefling within your unit."
