If Elsa had remembered about templars, about the complex workings of magic, about the fright of the ones who wielded it, maybe Roran's reactions would seem more logical. As it were, Elsa was only concious of a certain nervousness, and saw little reason for the girl to be tense at all. What was there to fear from a woman wandering the land, without her memories? The friendly grin reappeared though, as if nothing could keep it away from her young face. It provoked an answer from Elsa, even though she had been planning to keep cool and distant. "Prego", she said, resisting the urge to mutter the words, because ladies spoke up, they didn't mumble sullenly. She noted the fact that the girl seemed unwilling to use the word mage, but she could only register it, not quite understand. Had she a reason for it? "My skills," she said, emphasizing the word slightly for a comeback. "Are at your disposal." It was not quite true, but it was polite, and now that she had began speaking to the soldier girl, it couldn't hurt. Whoever the young woman was, she apparently had enough power to order that man to follow Elsa, and while it made the mage uneasy, it was also a reason to not be too uncivil. "My name is Elsa Zerbino Vargas," she offered stiffly, voice haughty and eyes still staring straight in front of her.
What finally broke through the ice of her defences, was the mention of washing up. The offer of eating was tempting too, but food was easier to get by - baths was not a commodity offered often to mysterious vagabonds, and Elsa dearly felt the strain of having had to make do with icy lakes and small rivers. Head snapping to look at the read head, she looked her up and down, to try and ascertain that the offer was in honesty. And she did look quite earnest, as if she was trying to find some peace offering to make Elsa. Maybe she did feel bad about ordering her friend to watch her. Again Elsa felt that surge of familiarity watching the young girl, and one moment a face wavered in her vision, young, unlined, surrounded with black hair so dark it was almost blue. Blinking she stared at her companion, coming to a decision. If the bath and meal wasn't enough, young Roran reminded her of someone, and memories were the most valuable things in Elsas life. "That would be wonderful," she said softly, her heavily accented voice more gentle now that she had something to gain from being nice.