One of the three drew their blades, another gave a threatening snarl, both in response to Kiera's own drawn blade. These three... things approached her in the middle of nowhere, half dead, looking the way they did, and they felt defensive when she was justified in drawing her blade upon them? It made no difference. She hadn't the strength to fight either way. The fact that these creatures had yet to tear her apart, kidnap her, or have their way was enough of a sign for her that these things did not intend her harm, or at least not immediately so.
The elf turned her head to the side, spitting out a wad of the blood which had pooled in her mouth from the cuts within. Boy they sure had done a number on her. Fortunately she escaped when she did. Another minute and they might've broken her legs. Her eyes stared back at the three, flickering between them. They were... gods? Was this some trick or scam? Was this a miracle? Was this a cruel joke? Never before had Kiera placed any faith in gods, deity or not. Why should she accept their company now?
Her eyes closed tightly for a brief moment as she winced in pain, her suffering setting aside her pride. "Kiera..." She offered simply to their question, a hint of reluctance in her tone. Her sword hand dropped, the blade resting on the dirt to her side, yet her hand still gripping the hilt firmly. "What do you want with me?" She inquired, hoping these beings had not chosen to torment her or prey upon her in her time of need.