Eris took in a hard breath and closed her eyes at his question, then opened them and looked at him, as if asking herself the same question. "Yes. I am offering." She answered, narrowing her eyes. "I don't like the idea of this thing running around killing people any more than you do. Let me help. And maybe, as a bonus, you get me some leniency." She offered, watching him intently. She blew out a sigh as he reminded her of the condition she was in. "I'm Fae. Give me a day or two and I'll be able to walk." She answered confidently, choosing not to think about the insistent ache in her thigh.

The elf looked like he winced, a very good offer too considering he knew next to nothing. He wished she wouldn't make it such a tempting offer, since she might be the last person he wanted to work with.
"..You would call yourself an expert right?" He questioned. Was he seriously considering this? Their relationship rivaled the one between their kingdoms. His jaw clenched, how appealing could he make the offer to elders? His eye twitched while he stared at the entryway.

The Fae woman narrowed her eyes slightly, her ear flicking ever so slightly, causing a gold earring to jingle softly. "Much more of an expert than you, it seems. Demon summonings are typically my job when they happen- infrequently- but they happen and I deal with them. I assuming that's not tour experience." She answered, tilting his head back to lift her chin slightly. "Wouldn't it be nice to be the person who catches this thing? You could win acclaim. Glory. Hell, probably almost any stationing you want if you can deal with this for your nation. A promotion, perhaps." She shrugged, throwing out possibilities in a sort of vague, listless voice. As if thinking out loud.

"None of this variety, nor have I dealt with any in general." Kin stated simply, his hands rested comfortably on himself as he looked sideways down at her. It sounded like she was trying to convince him of something. "Glory, riches and respect, how lovely." He smiled fakely. "I'll be back. In a day or two." He didn't wait for a farewell..

Returning to the real world, many cried on the streets, hungry and mourning. The elf picked himself up, squaring his shoulders. He couldn't help yet. He was hungry too, and ended up buying a few fruits as he passed by that side of the city on the way to where elders would inevitably be hidden.

A small crowd gathered around the building, which he eased through and approached the stairs of the hall. Making assertive eye contact with the guards as he took two steps with each stride.

The soldier left in a similar manner. He hadn't been in there long enough to finish the fruit amazingly enough. Walking right back out into the crowd, which quieted and parted for him. He didn't say a word, pushing a note into his bag.

He busied himself for rest of the day, returning the next morning to see if the criminal still remained. He peeked in first, then slipped in past the curtain, which he adjusted to be closed.

This crisp and lightening morning he was clean-clothed in a hooded shoulder cloak and dark clothing. As well as being clean in general. His hair pushed back a little, revealed more of his face, a small gash on his forehead was about it that was new. Seated in almost the same spot as the previous day.

He didn't look entirely awake, but functional. And somehow, still not quite clean. He did not greet her.

"Well then, use me as a resource." Eris shrugged, observing her room again. The next few days were going to be boring- she could tell. "They are. You wouldn't know, seeing as you haven't had any of the three." She mocked, tilting her head up at him with an utterly fake smile to match his tone. She didn't respond to his goodbye- simply went back to looking around the room, and then the shadows spread about.

Eris had spent the last day slowly recovering her ability to move, sleeping, and playing with shadows on the ceiling. It was utterly boring. She had been given a change of clothes- essentially, a hospital gown, so it wouldn't put pressure on the thick, jagged scar cutting through the skin of her thigh. It still throbbed- less so than yesterday- She had managed to stand, as well, with the help of an attendant. She was almost excited when she caught wind of the familiar scent that was the annoying elf man. She looked up as he came through, taking a moment to observe him. It was the first time She had seen his face up close without being obscured by darkness or blood and dirt. Her eyes glazed over the cut on his forehead with slight envy- if only that was what she had gotten away with. "You're here." She said bluntly, sitting up to look down at him. Still sore, but the pain wasnt enough to keep her down. "And for a reason, I assume." She continued, peering down at him. Her face was clean; golden earrings still in play. Her hair was in a long braid, but most everything else had been taken away from her.

The elf crossed his legs and cocked an eyebrow as she sounded a little glad to see him. He took his bag off and rested it on his leg. "Yes I am." His head tipped. "And yes I am." His hand snaked into his bag and he pulled out the note. "Waxed consent for you to walk freely until the demon is put back in a jar and that you won't get the noose after." He brielfly showed it to her, mainly so she could see the green wax stamp near the bottom of the page. "Essentially I'm your- um. Handler. Keep you out of trouble." He explained.

The note was back in place and hopefully would stay there untill further notice. "How's it going? With the whole walking and healing thing. I'd rather you have that down before we start walking." Kin inquired measuredly, appearing to wake up a little.

With her condition yet it sounded like he was going to have to do a bit of collecting. Since tracking involved a bit of traveling. He leaned back and corrected his posture. Listening. He simply looked off for lack of good sleep, a second night in a row. If it didn't stop soon he was going to have to assume it was targeted. Of course he was jesting. Why would it target him?

Eris blinked in slight surprise at the scroll- she looked him over for a moment to assess if he was lying, then turned her gaze to the scroll. She would've pursued it, but it didn't honestly feel worth the effort. She raised her eyebrows at the term "handler", turning her glare slowly to him. "I am not an animal that needs to be handled. I'm not going to run around your city stealing sweets from children." She scoffed, looking over him for the question. "It's going." She muttered flatly. "I've accomplished a hobble, so far." She grumbled, letting out a sigh afterwards.

"When do we get to leave?" She asked, stretching her legs out tentatively, as if coaxing them back into working condition.

The elf rolled his eyes. "For lack of better word, I'm just meant to keep track of you." He expounded, feeling it necessary to defend his vocabulary. He perked up a little, at least she wasn't immobile. That would make traveling over the vast expanse of Eleenl far simpler. And whereever else the demon would go, but at the moment, the likelyhood of it going to Greenbriar was chancy.

"Depends on what I need to grab first." He glanced around the room, what all would they need? "Rations, gear for you probably." He leaned forward slightly as he fished an exotic looking but common purple-ish fruit from his bag. He tossed it to her. Just in case they don't feed her or something.

"Mhm." Eris mumbled, watching him with a small huff. What a situation She had gotten herself into. She watched him as he spoke about preparations, rolling her shoulders back. "Horses." She added simply, blinking as he tossed the fruit up at her. She caught it, looking at it intently. For lack of a better word, she was surprised that he was... providing her sustenance. She took a bite out of it, giving him a little bit of wary side eye.

Visibly pausing, Kin looked up. "..Horses?" He asked, a slight cringe. He didn't want horses, and may or may not have been hoping they would not be an option to cross the table. Horses were big and loud and they eat a lot. Not to mention expensive.

His arms crossed for the first time. This suggestion was unwelcome. He scowled at her. Of course this was uncalled for but he still reacted.