The short bow in her hand was her most formidable weapon, though she used it only to hunt food.

And she carried a dagger to skin what she hunted, but she had not killed in combat since that last battle a millennium ago, where she had been gravely injured.

"I will follow these brave young Humaine," she thought, "they may have need of my skill, even if it means the spilling of blood”.

And a quiet corner of her conscience whispered "And I too may have need of them."