Cyriana moved nimbly after the man leading the horse. Despite her injuries and visible weariness the elf did not stumble on any roots or rocks. She dropped on a low crouch behind the thick growth and silently took a deep breath. "If there is need for self defense I'd humbly ask you to give me enough room." She whispered and smiled - it wasn't quite a cocky smile, but a smile of someone who has years of experience under their belt. "My condition is not quite as bad as it might seem." The frail elf added with another whisper while she fiddled around with the bandage that covered her left eye.