Aedre's arm dropped when the other elf's arrow hit home. She pondered silently as to how this night would have turned out if these two men had not arrived. Taken down with her (tiny bit of) help, she felt proud that she had at least helped her saviours. While she was nothing powerful, at her age it was a feat to cast a spell without focusing anything through a staff. In any other situation, she would have ended with a much different ending to the night. The ultimate ending, perhaps.
As the beast fell and Valan saw her, Aedre hurried back to where she had dropped the bucket. She clutched it to her tiny form and lifted big brown eyes to meet his. He was very tall compared to a seven-year-old, but his image was immediately burned into her memory. Apart from the blood and the gore, he seemed like her ultimate knight in shining armor. She felt the heat rise into her cheeks as she stood not ten feet away from him and the dead beast.
As he spoke, Aedre tipped her head a little to the side. She had been raised with Chasind tongue, but they were making efforts to teach her that of the King's. His accent was odd, however, and it took her a moment to decipher it.
"Hello," she replied simply, a bit of her own accent slipping into her words. It was not a terrible accent, but it certainly wasn't perfect. And if they were to communicate, she knew better than to assume that an outsider would speak her language. "I came to get water. My home is still sleeping. I am Aedre."
Once she had gotten through that, and her cheeks began to calm from their recent heat wave, she approached the elf. Bucket still clutched to her chest, she stopped dipped her head slightly. "Thank you for save me. I was very scared. That big... thing has scared everyone." It was very hard to evoke how terrified she had been through words, but she was certainly showing it in her features. Her eyes went big, eyebrows shot up and she looked to the creature.