She'd been expecting him to be frightened by her behavior and her magic, or disgusted, or something other than amused. Her fingers were wet with blood where they gripped his wrist! Her experience of humans thus far had shown her that many of them were disgusted by her rather feral fae attributes. Sure, many thought of elves or pretty faeries when they thought of the human-like fae creatures, what with their pretty features and 'wise' and 'just' attitudes. That was just at the surface for those types of fae.
Her kind, well, they were wilder. Hah, hence the human name for them as "wildelves". No, they were wilder, fiercer, and crueler. They did not balk at the injustices of the world, they tore their throats out. When a wildelf decided to defend itself, there was no hesitation. Some humans might call it 'impulse control', she called it survival. The man had swung to kill Trest. She, in turn, gauged the mans eyes out. That was self-control on her part. Normally she'd just have killed the man and been done with it.
As for magic, while most places she had traveled to didn't have a ban on magic as this one did, there was a certain measured fear of it. Sure, her magic could be mistaken as beautiful, such as her affinity with nature, but her magic could also be savage. Fire, she had learned, only sought to manifest itself through her in violent ways. Slowly, she'd begun to learn how to curtail that "burn everything to the ground" instinct.
A wicked grin sprung across her features, "I've been practicing."
She swung them into an alleyway, ran down it, and they emerged in a dense crowd. They were listening to some person give a speech. Pulling him into the crowd, she yanked the blanket out of her pack and wrapped it over his head like a cloak, effectively covering his hair. She could blend into the crowd because she was so short in stature, but he was tall and had the sort if hair that tended to shout "look at me!". That is, unless it was among a crowd of other redheads. Even then, its unusual dark red hue was eye-catching.
The crowd of watchers closed in around them, and Kieta found herself packed with her backside right up against his front. She panted, trying to catch her breath, but the crowd making it difficulty. The thrill of the chase was quickly becoming replaced by the panic of the crowd.