Kyra sighed as she had watched the two... Apparently spell or poison bound furless creatures wander off to battle. Her sense of caring made her follow them, wanting to make sure their faces weren't eaten by a bear or something. That would be very bad... Of course by the way they are acting, they might just fall and face plant onto a rock.. Or even fall into a river and drown. Perhaps she was over thinking, but she didn't know what to expect with this poison. Seeing that the female realized that the danger had passed, she sighed in relief, though soon saw the orc wander off to haul up another orc. This one seemed female, at least she thought so. As the Orc ran off after the rest of the group, the white Khajiit hesitantly followed, unsure what to do or think. She did keep a eye out for any survivors, not wanting to leave anyone behind.
As she saw the Nord she had been following, congratulating some of the other Misfits, she rather hid behind a more larger person, she was tall, but she was good at somewhat hiding. Of course, her fur did stand out compared to the rest of the people, but that's what armor was for right? Carefully, she followed the others into a Dwemer ruin they call New Atmora. Her eyes scanned the area carefully, her ears twitching as the others conversed. As they reached the room with a fireplace, she glanced at the other Khajiit, a male she believed, lounging on the couch much like a cat. Or at least, that is how Rognark would describe it.
Finding the warmth of the fire comforting, she decided to strip her armor, not wanting to be utterly cooked so she only wore a raggy green shirt with raggy brown trousers. She placed her armor, weapons, and bag beside her on the floor as she sat down on the floor by the fireplace. Her fluffy tail flicking from side to side as her blue gaze stared at the flames thoughtfully. She never enjoyed the sight of flames, it reminded her of her mother. Still, they made her think, and kept her warm when her fur and blankets were not enough.