Without thinking she lunged forward, kneeling, and grabbed his arms. Embarrassed at her own actions she carefully released him, hands left hovering there. She was clinging… she hated clinging. Terribly uncomfortable she fought down the urge to just let him wander off into the night and be done with it. She had attacked him and he was injured and the elf clearly had no idea how to survive in the wild if his earlier state was taken into account. She couldn’t let him leave until she had paid him back for that.
Face serious she stared into his eyes, determined and pointedly ignoring her earlier actions. “You haven’t been a nuisance at all. It would be thoughtless of me to turn you out now and I don’t see how you sleeping here for the night would be a problem. You already ate my food; sleeping next to my fire isn’t going to kill me.” Climbing to her feet, arms crossed, she walked past him back towards the fire. “And stop thanking me. I stabbed you, or don’t you remember that. This is the least I can do for you.” Stepping into the fire’s warmth she turned back to look at him, one hand on her hip. “Well, what are you doing lurking over there? Do you want to die from the cold? I can hardly believe you haven’t frozen to death yet in that get up you’re wearing. It can happen and I assure you it won’t be pleasant.”