He was quiet for a time when she fell into step beside them, but he did seem to spare her a glance from the corner of his eye, and gave her a shy smile in return. She couldn't help but think that he was sort of cute, like the dwarves were. Maybe because of his shyness. It wasn't often that she ran across a man who was shy.
She took a moment to study him, the fall of dark hair across his brow, brows narrowed thoughtfully over intelligent and expressive eyes, a jaw shadowed by stubble. He looked young, but still old enough to possess all the experiences of a man, as he bowed his head in thought, his gaze drifting away and over their surroundings. She thought perhaps he was thinking of his old life, of his home and family. It was still so new and fresh to him, how could he not be?
She saw the look of surprise flash across his face when she spoke and stifled a smile. "Sorry... I'm Imenry. I guess we haven't been properly introduced yet." She didn't offer a hand, knowing that most elves and dwarves didn't hold the same customs. But her expression was still friendly. She didn't want to scare him away after all. They would be fighting alongside one another for at least as long as it took them to reach Amaranthine.
She gave him a quick grin at his brief response, thinking perhaps he wasn't a fan of the local wildlife. "So, stop me if you don't want to answer this... but you're a mage aren't you?" She tilted her head slightly. She didn't want to bring up the Templars from earlier, or anything of the like, and if he was uncomfortable with her line of questioning, she'd given him permission not to answer. She drew her gaze away from him, letting her eyes drifting over the leafy canopy above them. Birds flitted from branch to branch, and smatterings of sunlight drifted between the foliage to pain a dappled pattern over them.
She felt a sense of peacefulness here, despite whatever danger it might hold, and could understand why the elves might make it their home. The sounds they brought; the wagon wheels turning, the horse's hooves pounding over the dirt, were the only things out of place in the setting.