[A smile almost unfurls across her face; gentle amusement certainly warms her gaze, a sight not visible to the elf in front of her as Kendis’ focus was still on her hands.] That’s ‘cause I’ve made up my mind. An’ I’m more stubborn than you. [It’s almost a taunt, it’s certainly pressed out in a sing-song manner. A sharp contrast to steady fingers curled around bleeding palms. Carefully Kendis presses at the pooling blood. She turns the gauze into a smaller square and dabs the remaining clean, white sections against the indents.

She couldn’t help being a bit fascinated – her curiosity bubbling at her thoughts as she wondered about the strength of this elf, and of elves, in general. She had seen things but she hadn’t been able to quantify, to compare all she’d had observed. The priority had been on keeping things moving. But it probably would benefit her to jot down her past and future observations. Having it all spread out in front of her might help her better understand this world and its inhabitants, especially should she ever run into trouble.]

Well, I’ll take that as leeway to say what I want anyway, since you didn’t like exactly give me parameters. [She curls the person’s hand around the gauze and raises their dark eyes to take them, just for a moment. For a moment, they don’t say anything and it is as if they’re studying them. Or measuring them.] You can call me Cel. How ‘bout you?