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Alyss shook her head slowly at Corben, more in confusion than anything. She knew the question was not being directed towards her, but she responded to his words, mostly out of disgust and awe at the corpse. "It's such an angry killing... I'm surprised to see something like this- I've read some about shifters... but not much- My.... Mentor disapproves of texts on anything other than healing and herbs... and he's... quite insistent that I don't face off with monsters." She gave a small smile, though her left hand, holding her precious bow, was white-knuckled and shaking. "I do not know much of shifters, but I will do what I can and lend what power I have to making sure our people are safe." In a few moments, she spoke again, "I suppose by the end of this, we'll have learned a bit about them..."
Alyss was disturbed by the body, and was more than slightly absorbed in looking at it- trying to soak in every little detail. Then she looked to Malwin, studying him quietly as well- something about the man set her at ease, and at the same time, made her feel wary.
"I'll escort him if necessary- if you don't mind being escorted by a woman." Alyss spoke directly to Corben on the first part, and on the second part she glanced at Malwin, with the smallest glimmer of a smirk. She wanted to make sure that there was a back up plan in case that the best choice for a body guard was unable to arrive in time. She glanced once more at the body and shook her head slightly, unable to glance at it any longer- wanting to know what kind of beast did this- to see it, and at the same time, something about the body aroused fear in her.
This body... the creature that supposedly caused it... It reminded her of a childhood memory- something shortly after she had entered the care of her mentor.
People stared at her, afraid of her for his skin temperature, and her preference to stay silent if possible. She rarely took trips outside of the mentor's home, disliking the behavior from the people- unable to understand their looks- as if she had a second head, or was outrageously disfigured. She'd play with the servants in her mentor's home, or she'd ask questions- she asked many questions of him when she was younger. One in particular was the reason for the people's continued stares at her- to which he told her not to mind them.... and when she continued on the subject, asking what the people thought of her- what did they think she was, he told her that they did not know who she was, and couldn't help their behavior.
But at the question of "Why do they seem frightened of me?" He had stopped answering and grew silent. She had repeated that question twice more before he knelt down and held her close, telling her that he would talk to the people. Sure enough, people stopped staring- when they thought she could see them. Her mentor refused to answer why they reacted the way they did. To this day, asking of her origins was a taboo subject- though she could tell that he knew something... and now... she felt that this was what the people had feared. A monster pretending to be just another of the townfolk, tormenting them with random attacks.
She grew silent again, lost in thought and memories.