When the templar spread his palms up her blue eyed gaze moved to his hands. She read well into body language and this action surprised her. Though she'd never met a Templar in her life, she thought she had a pretty good idea of what to expect when she met one. But this incident? This incident had proven to be something she hadn't expected at all.
Her eyes moved back up from his hands to his face and she looked at him a bit blankly for a moment. She wasn't sure what exactly it was about him, but Æolyn slowly felt herself starting to trust Alderic, something that confused her. A mage trusting a Templar? That had to be a recipe for disaster. But she didn't really have much of a choice did she?
What he said was true; if she stayed here there was a chance the men from downstairs would seek her out and that was something she didn't want to happen. She didn't want to use magic against anyone, but would if she were forced to and the feeling in her stomach told her she'd probably be forced to with them. So, instead of fighting the inevitable, she simply nodded, trying out a soft smile.
Perhaps she'd been a bit harsh in her initial judgement of him. She'd taken what she'd heard of Templars, the horror stories, and believed it quite literally. She didn't even know this man and she was already prosecuting him. "I'm sorry," she started, "For seeming a bit hostile," she apologized, hoping he didn't hold this against her.