"Yeah. About four of them," Rae responded to his irritation at the fact that the hunter had buddies. "They're all as irrational as the big guy, too."
She nodded her head. "He's the only one who dogs me. I'm usually... really good at keeping myself hidden. Like I said, all day illusions and avoiding people who just have that hunter look about them, you know? Some people just have that look." The 'I'm going to kill you and I'm not going to care' look. "My first escape attempt, I magicked him into a sewer. Got him stuck down there by putting something heavy over the manhole cover. So... he's got it out for me hardcore." She didn't know how she'd evaded him so far, but she had. She refused to die today.
Was Rae privy to his thoughts, she'd have told him that no, he couldn't control her mind and no, she wasn't as defenseless as she looked. She had very, very good control of her magic and she could make almost anything happen; she could probably throw him across the room with a point of her finger if she needed to. But she wasn't. So she couldn't.
The feeling that came over her when he touched her wings wasn't fear. Definitely wasn't fear. Wings were sensitive appendages, and hers were rarely ever touched. It was the equivalent of touching a human woman's breast. But since Rae was no stranger to that kind of touch, the touch to her wing was shocking... but not altogether unpleasant.
And as such, when he stopped, her wing twitched involuntarily and she turned to look at him calculatingly again. Her eyes narrowed when he told her to be more careful. "Mmm. Any sage advice on exactly how to do that? Because passing out from exhaustion would've had much the same effect as me taking a little break, so..." she trailed off.
He introduced himself and she nodded once in appreciation. "I'm Rae," she reciprocated vaguely.
At his next question, she arched her eyebrow, and then her face twisted in indignation. "Guessing games. Really?" she put a hand on her hip, though she was already canvassing her mind for what she'd figured out about this 'Eli' stranger. He was impeccable at keeping himself hidden. No breathing. No movement. Nothing. So that meant that he was some kind of already-dead creature. He was pale and his touch on her wing had been cold. He was most likely a vampire. As a matter of fact, she was almost certain.
But... that didn't mean that she couldn't have a little fun. Especially since he seemed to be so adamant to do the same for her. "Okay," she said, her grin growing wry, the 'faerie mischief' causing the yellow in her wings to glow a little brighter. "You're Sasquatch, aren't you?" she asked in a faux-matter-of-fact tone.