[ Delicate as she is, her tenacity perplexes him something fierce. With a shake of his head, Vincent forces a pleasant smile back onto his lips - one that reads of relief and admiration. ]

Just to be certain, perhaps we should relocate you to somewhere safe, and you can tell me what happened on the way. Did someone push you?

[ With the suggestion, he tugs the coat forward a bit, to ensure it's snugly wrapped around her shoulders, before slipping an arm behind her back to guide her away from the clearing.

He doesn't know much about the elves, concerning the lake, as he never got that far. They'd lost their temper with him after he had declined their help, and he hadn't any patience with them to begin... So, there's a small group of those little guys scattered out in the snow somewhere with bullet holes in their heads. Whoops. ]