Ayane noticed the broken Nataniel lying on the cold hard ground. He’d come back to life and despite all the pain he was surely in he managed to ask the newcomer for proof. She wanted proof as well, the situation was unbearable. Their teammate was being attacked and no one made a move to help her. At the same time the attacker tried to convince them that he was the real member of their team and everyone was waiting for proof. It didn’t bode well for future missions together. As they were standing around talking about it the strangers whole team could be sneaking into backstab position. She had to admire the man’s balls though, being the bait in a trap like that could go really bad, really fast. 

Letting go of her chakra threads, Ayane dashed over to Nathaniel and stopped watching the stranger for a moment. Risky, but she had to trust the team on this one. After all, the Kiri swordsman sounded like he was on the edge of attacking himself, so he wouldn’t allow the stranger to blink in a strange way without doing something about it. 
Ayane grabbed Nathaniel’s chest and lifted him up only far enough to curl her arm around him, then she sat down on her knees, ready to jump away at any sign of trouble. She let him sink down against her chest and shoulder. even though she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the closeness, it felt better than letting him rest on the ground. At least he wouldn’t drown in his own blood like this. 
“Stop stalling! Give us the proof, if you have any or leave us alone!”