Valerion had made sure to pick the elf's bow up on his return, which was pretty much just him and Rawlith huffing and puffing over the very large elks body.
Once they both got back to the camp they dumped the elks carcass near the fire, where Rawlith began his work on cutting and preparing the meat, Valerion stared at him at work for a moment, taking in the efficiency of obviously deft and practiced hands that belong to a hunter. 
"Thanks for the help." Valerion said nonchalantly.
Valerion then turned his attention towards the bow he was holding, testing its supple wood and the taught string of the bow. 
Whilst the wood and adornments of the bow were simple, it was an efficient piece of work, the craftsman obviously put a lot of time and effort into its creation. 
Sitting down on a rock opposite the camp fire Valerion placed the bow at his feet and began looking towards the prisoner, who was being 'interrogated' by Nikolaus.

She was an odd thing, wearing a strange concoction of fur and leather armour, that looked more suited for comfort rather than it did protection, the question of why she attacked still plagued Valerions mind.

"Girl!" Valerion commanded.
"Why did you attack this camp, and myself?" 
Valerion said sitting up a bit, to get a closer look at her face. "It seem's like a fools errand, you were greatly outmatched and yet you continued to think that you alone could prevail?"

"I mean, points go to your boldness, but think if we were an unsavory group of people?!"
"Your life would've gone from bad to worse in a matter of moments, and another thing. What on earth are you doing traveling alone in the wilderness?"

Valerion could get quite inquisitive when it came to certain actions and people, but the sheer absurdity of her actions meant that he truly must know if she was an idiot, or simply had a; hopefully, sufficient underlying reason.