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"But, I didn't think..."

There was a flash of flames in the ranger's mind before she chomped down on her cheek and the image was forcedly squashed by Kiru and the arrows that she had been working with earlier, their distinct notches quite apparent her mind, both in feeling and in sight.

"I thought maybe it worked differently, but that was foolish of me to assume I see now," she said, finishing the sentence, undecidedly torn between how she felt about this new knowledge until Micheal's final line.

"I'm not sure I care to be compared to Kiru," she said straight out, slightly misunderstanding some of what Micheal said, eying him as he seemed to mock her from the floor.

"You've gotta be scrapping playing with me now..." she cursed as rushed around the room to gather up her belongings, the shirt she picked up flying across the room as she tossed it at Micheal.

"Who's the clan here for, me or you?" she asked as took one of the waterskins out and attached it to her belt, closer to the back and slipped out two of the treated arrows from the stored quiver. She then threw the backpack on, remembered that she had her quiver already on, and had to take both off to get them to sit correctly on her back. Once those were in place, she went and grabbed the arrow that still had her bad drawing wrapped around it and tore off the cloth, wrapping it around the ends of the two treated arrows she had specially pulled out and tied it on so it would stay covering them.

"How comfortable do you feel about carrying these?" she asked, holding out the two tied up arrows to Micheal, fletching toward him.

The ranger's eyes narrowed at Micheal, feelings of insult coming off her.

"No. This is what I had in mind for these," she growled as she forced a picture to the front of her mind for Micheal to fully have. The fuzzy image started with Micheal a good distance away watching something before he hurled the arrow with inhuman speed. The view then followed the arrow as it sailed past trees toward it's target - Kiru.

For a brief moment, there was a flicker of Jay trapped in Kiru's grip, but it disappeared just as soon as it appeared. The ranger didn't seem to notice or react to the flicker.

"Are you going to take them or not?" she asked a final time, noting his light hold. "And is that clan coming for you or me?"

Micheal made the cut before she had time to think about it, which was probably for the better because any tinge of panic that might have cropped up didn't have the time to before Micheal spoke up again and showed her his hand.

"Let me worry about that if your aim is true or if I even get a swing," she muttered, the underlying doubt now starting to creep in to the point that even she couldn't ignore it. Not that she wanted to see Micheal injure himself with the water touched arrow, but if it didn't phase him, how would it even affect Kiru at all? For now, she told herself to pretend that Micheal didn't cut himself in front of her and push on.

"So once he's ready, will they still remain scouts or do they become minions to deal with when that time comes?" she asked, not really believing that any of them would fear her. Fear Micheal and maybe his dragon, yes, but not her.

"Sleep maybe. Rest? In moderation," she said, shifting her stiff left arm around just a bit.

"Dreaming? Not sure if I follow there other than I have no idea what "your situation" entails," the ranger answered. As far as she was concerned, Kiru was out there, followers of Kiru were out there, and that meant she had to be ready for what would probably be a last stand whether he was hesitating or not.

Well it was obvious by now that there was some sort of rivalry or hate-love relationship between Kiru and Micheal but a war?

"Sleep? Too wound up now," the ranger said as she tipped her head to the side, eying Micheal and then his hand as if he should know the cause. Despite the talk of battle, she couldn't help the small curl of a smile on her face when the man in front of her started rambling about 'proper' little ladies. "You may as well explain what the hang up is against females seeing as you're the one who brought it up or whatever else it is that is bothering you now."

The ranger waved one hand lackadaisical in the air, the tension from Micheal's earlier announcement about a clan being around starting to drain from her muscles with the vampire acting more laid back.

"I didn't have much interest in them either," Jay chuckled more to herself than anyone else, though she seemed possibly a touch surprised at Micheal's as if she expected more behind the disregard.

She watched quietly as Micheal swapped shirts, no sort of blush coming to her cheeks like it might for other more 'modest' females such as the ones previously mentioned. And where some would have their eyes else where, her own eyes trailed the scars that were along his arm and near his collarbone.

"Looks fine enough," she said in response. Didn't look like something that would take to a lot of traveling, but with care it would last for a bit.