She kept her eyes upon him skeptically, they were cold and blue, like the ice outside.
"They're pests, burdens to man, and hunters of our blood. They're a threat to those of these lands. They seemed to come out of no where, and do most of their killing at night."
She sat up more properly now, her body barely modest behind a hand that could only partially cover her. She peered down at her limp pile of clothing, then back to him.
"So you seek nothing for this heal?" she asked, still wary of him as she shifted closer to the edge of the bed, still not certain how she felt about this. Did this man want something else?