Trying

Trust. That wasn't something that came easily to Islana and even less so now. Still, the young woman had to admit that the caravan didn't exactly seem much like the murderer types.

As Madaya pulled on the older witch's good arm, towards the other group, Islana got concerned about how she would be received.

Likely, the caravan would welcome Madaya but they could also be distrustful of Islana. She was an outsider as much as she didn't really feel like one.

Taking note of her condition though, the huntress she likely wouldn't seem like much of a threat. Arm in a sling, a walking stick to help her ankle, tired, sunburned, chapped lips, thin. Nothing threatening there.

However, she also had Kaithak sitting on her shoulder and was carrying the stinger from the Skara. Those could certainly change the perspective of the people they were headed towards.

As they got closer to the caravan, Islana gave a greeting in Ozanine. Her tone was calm and on the friendly side. Despite any internal caution.