His words were chosen well, though he had spent so long in wolf form. While his companions could choose to react either way, she knew that those words were meant to help her. He had not even attempted reasoning for himself yet, though it was a present issue. Aedre let herself smile at him when she caught his eye, nodding her thanks.
But Bethen seemed still quite on edge, though her chances of victory and survival had all of a sudden turned much to her favour. Though she might have heard horror stories about apostates and Chasind, Aedre was no longer a threat to them. She was no Witch of the Wilds. And though she could not see the tears stinging Bethen’s eyes from this distance, she knew the tone of this situation had completely changed. Aedre and Bethen were the only ones with all sides of the story, but their stances had flipped entirely with the arrival of help. Aedre had no choice but to back off for now.
“Indeed,” she began, settling herself into less of a threatening pose. She had no clue if this polished woman was speaking the truth or if they still threatened her people. But she could not help in this situation. She was no assassin, and though she did not trust them, she could not bring herself to hurt this group of wanderers. “It seems that we have come to an impasse, Bethen. I will leave you be.” And a pause before she lifted hand and motioned to the group. “But if your words are untrue, then you will hear from me again.”
She stopped for a moment, looking to those she knew in their group before looking back to Bethen. “The Wilds are weak and filled with darkspawn. I – we – do not need two enemies.” Taking another step back, she was about to turn and go. But she paused and looked back to the group. She looked to Garrett and Æolyn, nodding. “Tread carefully. There are dangers at every turn here.”