Domhnall McRaith
The young lad offered him a smile and a quick nod before jogging off, allegedly to fetch the rest of his and his master's party. Lots of trust to be put in a couple of strangers, he supposed ... that, or alternatively his faith in said strangers' self-preservation instincts and the dekkun's ability to relieve anyone who dared harm his human of their limbs and lives was unwavering. The forestfolk could feel the noble beast's watchful eyes on him, even as his his own followed the squire's departure and then turned to the sleeping or unconscious man. He was probably a taller and stronger - when healthy, anyhow - man than Domhnall himself, and certainly of the warrior-sort, but now he just looked ... harmless, somehow. Granted, hardly anyone looked particularly impressive when they were asleep - mostly people just assumed whatever position their limp bodies had ended up in. Still breathing, the least.
"You better be right about just needing rest, ya know?" the male éireannach commented, though not quite loudly enough to be heard by anyone but himself. More just to fill the silence left in the wake of the black-eyes. "Quite fond of my head, myself." He shot a look in Etakar's direction.
The beast did not actually look hostile - if there was a way for eight thousand pounds of bone and muscle to not look hostile -, more so simply idly curious. Nevertheless, he abstained actually showing a discernible grin on his face despite his last remark being not entirely serious (he hoped). Who knew how the beast would interpret it.
Iridiel remained up in the tree, quietly praying to herself as her fingers deftly moved to braid a lock of her hair to mark her recent achievement of dealing a killing blow to the grey brute. - It was an old tradition amongst Éireannach hunters to mark big game kills on their persons, whether it was by braiding their hair if it was long enough as Iridiel was doing now, daubing themselves in paint, or, in instances where the kill was of truly impressive, giving it a more permanent form in a tattoo. He had been a hunter longer, yet had little to show for it ... never mind he often used various contraptions and traps to aid him, rather than getting up close and personal.
In any case, it was best to let the highlander pray and rest in peace. Healing did not seem to affect her as much, but using the divine lightning appeared to left her drained. Something about having all this energy coursing through your body and directing it, perhaps.
On another thought, it appeared that something had perturbed her. She was talking to herself - or her Goddess -, but that in and of itself was not unusual, especially when she was praying. It was more the tone of her voice, which was somehow agitated, as if she were arguing with herself of some unseen entity. Agitated and ... nervous? He could not quite make out the words from here...
No time to ask, though; it seemed that the guy had been right about not taking long, as the rustling of branches announced the arrival of both the squire and two more individuals, another black-eyes, though this one was notably older than the first - at least middle-aged - and a lithe white-haired woman who looked to be about in her mid-thirties, leaning on the older black-eyes. Her eyes were empty, milky-white instead - an aspect of her appearance that somehow stood out much more than the uniformly black eyes of two of her companions. And then there was a raven riding a donkey. Iridiel was distracted by the arrival of the rest of the small party enough to cease her muttering. He would probably have to ask what the matter was...
As the others drew close, the male forestfolk swung his leg back to the ground and got to his feet (seemed appropriate). The squire took it upon himself to introduce the remainder of the party Olan (just Olan, he guessed) and Thaler, yet another member of the thus far unknown (to Domhnall, anyway) order. The woman looked a bit embarrassed at the introductions.
"And I'm Domhnall McRaith - just a travelling hunter -, and she'd be Iridiel Taileflaith Caomhánach, marked by Sulis herself," he announced. Might just as well match the amount of flair these folks (minus their incapacitated leader) seemed to be adding to their introductions. "Well met."
Regardless of his enthusiasm with the introductions, he remained a bit concerned.