Maedhros' ears returned to an upright position, but maintained a very subtle angle to express his irritation at her remark. "Tch," he scoffed, sliding the sword back into its scabbard. He would collect his dagger at the earliest convenience, finding it more suitable in the moment to keep Huan where he was rather than sending him to forage about on the forest floor in search of something Maedhros threw.
He regarded Neytiri with the casual grace of prince and an elf, then turned back to the tree, dismissing her question as one asked in foolishness. But he did not face away from her, taking a position instead where he could keep her in his line of sight as he touched his hand to the tree.
"Sleep now," he said in the Common Tongue, "do not wake to this nightmare." The tree stirred again and settled with the cracking twitch of branches, stems and twigs.