Akenu wrinkled her nose in distaste as the elf rejected her medicine. It was bad manners is what it was, but she made no more fuss about it.
I'll just keep it to myself, she thought as she bottled the paste up and locked it in her box after she was done attending to herself. The woman didn't even know why she bothered, really. She had no business helping out a man of his stature out! Akenu sullenly watched him quietly make his way into the woods. She had felt her belly grumbling; was it possible he left because of that? No; he probably just left to continue on his journey.
However, curiosity got the better of her within the next ten minutes. Bored, Akenu lifted her head towards the wind and tried to get a connection, a hint of his whereabouts. It took her a few tries, but, eventually, she got a quick image of him hunting down a rabbit. So he really was getting them food. The baffled woman looked at her dragon, thoughtfully. She was pleased he was at least a bit of a decent creature, though that doesn't excuse his past actions or his dishonest occupication. Besides, who asked him to hunt? She could take care of herself. Content at that thought, she waited by the fire for his return.
By the time he came back, the pot was removed and the fire was open to cook the meat. Akenu watched as he skinned each rabbit, unflinching. He made a mass, and the stench of blood filled her noise, but she ignored it. Marik, on the other hand, went practically berserk with glee and went for bits Dram discarded.
At least it won't go to waste, she thought, grimly.
Akenu caught the rabbit and began to cook it on a spit.
"Thank you," she said.
As they cooked, the woman noticed that he was staring at her body. No, not her body- her tattoos. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as his gaze traced the lines on them; the sun on her chest, the leaf on her hip, the wings on her back, and the others. He seemed to want to say something about them, but didn't. As he began to speak her head turned, almost sharply, so she could catch his words.
She hesitated before speaking.
"I do," the woman replied, cautiously. If there was another thing she hated the most, it was being taken advantage of. Akenu wouldn't mind sharing her name if she wasn't being conned or would be because of the information. "What's it to you? What's your name?"