It is by force of will alone that Mithiel keeps her expression from saying the I know that her lips would never dare speak in a circumstance such as she found herself in now. Still, he might catch a small glint of knowing in her eyes before she ducks her head in a very small bow.

'Lord Celegorm,' she said with as much respect and warmth as she had within her to manage, which for one of her people was a surprising amount. There was little love between the Sindar and the Noldor in these days. 'I will be sure to always recount the tale truly,' if she told anyone at all. Her parents would be beside themselves if they knew what she had done - and worse, she didn't know if it was the wolves for the son of Fëanor who would set their hearts to thundering more.

She could only count her blessings that he did not have his brothers with him, she may well have taken her chance with running if their numbers were greater.

Her eyes fixated on her arrow still stuck in the wolf's flank, and then she stepped forward to pull it free, the noise and the new stream of steadily cooling blood making her nose flare in disgust but she quickly cleaned it on a rag from her pocket and put it away with the others.

'I would not keep you from home or further hunting, whichever way you are headed, my lord.'