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Anea sighs, shaking her head. "Well, if we get ambushed and you get hurt, we shall know whose fault it is, then." Her gaze turns over to the rather imposing creature that was marching alongside them, then. She had never really been comfortable around wyverns, the few times she'd seen them. They seemed... violent creatures, dangerous. Useful in war, but she always worried they'd decide one of them looked rather tasty, actually. Still... they were quite striking, even with their frightening nature. She wonders what it would be like to touch its scales, or stroke its neck. Likely rough and painful, on second thought, but this didn't quite assuage her curiosity. Its handler may well notice her almost-staring, though she doesn't actually vocalize anything.

"Marl, try to keep your wits about you, we are in dangerous territory." Anea looks over at him, serious, but not really upset. She was likely somewhere near the middle of the group, owing to her not really having any combat training, instead valued for the staff at her hip. She also tended to treat everyone as a younger sibling except those who were obviously in command, though her demeanor of such was perhaps a little different than Aidan's.

"My name's Anea, I hope i can be of adequate help to everyone."