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Morda tumbled forward as the man let go of her and tried to get the feline creature from his back. Nearly everyone was startled to hear the sound of it actually talking! Vilto, however regained composure the quickest and snatched up Morda's fallen dagger, throwing it into the stomach of the remaining archer as the swordsman likely wouldn't be surviving the attack from such a huge cat. The man's companions were already evidence of that.

Morda scurried across the ground before regaining her feet, her eyes were wide as she had first thought the cat would be after the two of them, but now she had no idea what it was. Even the horses they had been riding were confused, stamping in place and clearly wanting to leave, but too well trained to do so. "Did...did that..." she couldn't even get the words out.

Vilto nodded, eyeing the feline warily, his dagger still in his hand, but not in any threatening manner. "Yes, I heard it."

Morda's inner child, the one that had to run from home, wanted to throw a tantrum. First her uncle was dead, then her cousin, then she gets attacked, and now she's faced with the most unusual person-- thing -- she'd ever heard of... and she'd not even ever heard of such a thing before! However, her adult self was too confused to let such sporadic bahavior happen, so instead, she stood there motionless, unsure of what to do next and very worried that she was currently unarmed.

Vilto, surprisingly took the moment in stride, though a bit stiffly. Being faced with the same woman-like creature they'd seen before, but now he knew she was capable of transforming into quite the viscous creature too. He decided to be cautious. "You were the one from before, weren't you?" he asked, relaxing his posture slightly and taking a step forward. "You had... followed us?" he watched her closely to gauge just how much she might be a threat to him and his work. He's rather not have to fight her, and if he was lucky enough, he might make a profit from selling her. However, right now, ensuring his life wasn't in danger was foremost.

"Your... people?" Morda looked confused as she stared at Sterre. Slowly she gathered up her dagger from where the swordsman had pulled it out of himself before dying. She wasn't too pleased with the idea that it had jsut killed a man, but running from death all her life had at least made her able to swallow her childish feelings and get on with the situation.

Vilto sheathed his own dagger and stepped forward cautiously, "You don't even know where we are going, are you sure you want to come along? We might go in the wrong direction..." hes statement was made to sound reasonable and factual, doing his best not to make any tone that he wanted her to leave, only concern and caution. If he didn't make her feel safe coming with them, he didn't want to have to fight her to drag her along, nor did he want her jumping them at night. Whatever price her pelt would be worth, wouldn't hardly be worth his own life.

Morda was conflicted. On one hand, she'd gotten by jsut fine by herself before today, so having even one person with her was conspicuous, but with two -- the second being rather conspicuous on it's own -- made her worry she'd be easily noticed and caught. On the other hand, she felt that this... 'ctarl-ctarl' certainly had defended them just now, saving her life, and could easily do so in the future if -- well, really when the time arose again. Without a word she raised her brow to Vilto, curious of his opinion.

For his part, however, Vilto was still thinking of his own advantage. He already had Morda with him for when her time was up, was it worth risking one to have both when he risks losing it all? Just like Morda, though, he could see the potential protection from this ally. And if nothing else, would help him ensure Morda is safe from opportunistic hunters until his own uses can be made. Looking to her he gave a slight shrug and a nod but was clearly letting her have the say in this.

Looking back to Sterre, Morda heaved a sigh, clearly she still had doubts, "Alright, if you think you can find your family while on the move with us, it's not like either of us are capable of stopping you." Essentially this was true, as she doubted, even Vilto's ability to fight wouldn't match up either, even if Morda helped him. "Do you have any supplies with you?" she asked, only slightly wondering when the person would put her clothes back on.

Morda seemed to stare past Sterre, as if thinking about another subject entirely, "Useful enough," she said in neutral tone, denoting approval. Turning, she checked on the horses, as if her mind cleared of the distracted thought.

Vilto looked to Morda with a raised brow before looking back to Sterre, "We'd best get out of here. The stench of blood and death will likely attract predators we don't need." He noticed Morda's head nodding as she was arranging her pack on her horse again. Vilto for his part stooped down and was checking the pockets of the bandits, curious if they had anything of value.

He was picking up a bow and quiver from one dead man when Morda noticed what he was up to, "What are you doing?"

"We could use some of their gear, and it never hurts to have something to sell later if we need the money." he tossed the bow at her and was mildly impressed by her catch. "You've used one before I take it?"

Morda nodded, "I had one for a few years before it was broken, yes." she didn't seem inclined to elaborate and Vilto noticed.

"Very well," was his neutral response before going back and pillaging the pillagers.