Armed with demands

Eligos had just returned from a quick trip to trade for the beeswax mixture they were using to treat the hides for their shelters to finish up the last of them when he spotted a familiar but very unexpected figure lurking at what had once been Aerie's border looking uncertain. "Aryn?" he rumbled interrogatively as he came upon her. "Is there something wrong?" He couldn't deny that he was glad to see her away from that idiot pack that had punished her, though he was less pleased to still scent it on her. He was surprised to still feel guilt at the sight of her, at the reminder of his mistreatment of her. It was hardly the first time he had hurt someone, but he couldn't help but regret the knowledge that he'd lost the one outsider who had looked at him and not seen a monster. He braced himself for her to turn to him with that hurt in her eyes accusing him wordlessly, but kept his face carefully smooth and polite regardless. He couldn't imagine what had brought her all the way here unless she was specifically seeking him out, but why?