-Zehera Kiyanpoor-
So... he'd prefer to be friends over enemies? There was an old saying, overdone, yet very much appropriate in any situation. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Zehera was not sure which category these four fit into. Yet, either way, they would end up somewhere between those two categories.
There was a pause, as brown eyes went from the retching Billy, to the concerned Dublin, to the stoic Anna, to the smiling Thomas. Tension was thick in the air, the spear still pointed at them. The woman was poised on the brink, ready to attack, ready to flee. At this point, she could go either way.
"Very well," came her reply, dipping her head towards Thomas and Annabelle, though he would not see the guesture. "I am Zehera, and I am pleased and honoured to make your acquaintance." As she spoke, she raised her spear, letting it rest in the crook of her left arm, then raised her right hand, pressing two fingers against her lips, then making a small sign of a half-circle in the air. From now on, and until Zehera parted company with them, she would bring no harm to any, unless attacked first. It was her way. Of course, the four did not know this yet, and probably would not, unless they asked her. Of course, her serious expression and formal demeanour made talking with her quite a daunting and intimidating task. Her body language simply did not invite idle talk, or talk of any kind, for that matter. The sphinx rarely spoke, and she did not waste breath or energy on meaningless blather.
Had Thomas made a good call?
That remained to be seen.
Brown eyes averted to Billy, eyeing him suspiciously as she leaned against the wooden shaft of her spear, watching Dublin crouch over him. "Perhaps... it is time to be moving along? Unless one of you have skills in healing, I would suggest that you commence towards your destination."