[The sudden hand on her shoulder made her heart jump into her throat, not expecting any company. Koh whips around to see a man standing behind her, her pale eyes instantly taking note of his glowing red eyes. At first she thought he might be a drow like her, bit nothing else fits the description of her kin. Despite the weapon in his hand... he seemed kind enough. The cleric offered a soft smile in thanks.]

I'm starting to realize that myself. I swear the path I take keeps changing behind me. Makes navigating this place impossible.

[When he offered her his hand, she paused, looking at it a bit confused. Oh... well this was a gesture she wasn't too accustomed to. Not many folk would trustingly give an under elf a helping hand. And she almost took it.

Midway through the motion, the cut on his cheek distracted her, hand pausing in place.]

Oh, you're hurt. Do you need me to patch you up? I'm a cleric by trade.