More smiles, which was starting to confuse Elsa somewhat. What did Roran want from her that she hoped to gain with this profusion of kindness? Pondering the subject, Elsa could find no answer, in fact no explanation at all. She was just a lost wanderer, a woman in pursuit of her lost memories. She saw no reason for kindness towards herself, and she was as confused as she had been every time anyone was kind to her. That farm wife giving her a warm shawl, the odd hot meal from strangers who weren't afraid and especially the fisher man and his family...
Taking the offered hand, Elsa rose, shaking out her skirts and following the young girl towards the water. The water still unsettled her, as did the thought that she was about to enter someone's home; she had never seen nothing of the villages she had passed through but their work sheds, barns and their root cellars. That she was about to walk into a house out of her free will was startling - what if this unexpected kindness was a trap of some sort? The girl did seem scared of mages after all.
It was only with some effort that she remained calm, her eyes darting around her to commit the way to memory. "You are a soldier here?" she asked at length, her nerves getting the better of her. She did not ask so much because she wanted to know, but because she could not stand her own whirling thoughts. Surely, the girl could not be a soldier? She had fought, and well, but the thought of a girl soldier was just too much.