"Well, ahh, I can smell it," she offered. It might be a good idea to get them away from... the corpse and the blood, but Aurelle certainly didn't want them to feel unsafe or cornered. Walking off with a stranger might put anyone on edge if they'd just defended themselves to the death.

So, she listened quietly, blinking slowly and catlike. "Well, ahh... that doesn't seem very fair," she said. "What.. happened? That she blamed you for? Ahh-- you still don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, you know."

She could hear them walking, their nails clicking against the cave floor. Politely, the elf turned her head to try and face their general direction. She'd been told it'd been disconcerting to not be looked at during conversation and got into the habit of trying, even if she couldn't see anything. "Hi, Scrap," she said, hearing them thunk down nearby. Laying or sitting, maybe. "Would you like some water, ahh, to clean up with?"

"Okay," Aurelle said. She wouldn't push further than that, really, no matter what the Collector had ordered. She pushed up to stand, palming away dust and something wet (ahh, it's probably blood...) off her dress.

The crystal river... that must be the one in Polaris. "Ahh, yes, I think so," she said. "But I can make water." She held her hands out in front of her. "Ahh-- you might want to come a little closer."

She reached for her magic, her face pulsing as her hands filled with water and offered a little shower in front of her for Scrap to clean off in. It was a little cold, but probably not as bad as plunging into the river in Polaris. Not as dangerous, either-- considering the current sometimes ran hard there.