She tugged at her cloak, pulling it a little closer around herself to at least attempt to hide the state of her dress. Blood had dried on her tunic, none of it her own, and she didn't want strangers to believe her a killer. If this was to be a temporary home, she couldn't get herself involved in trouble so quickly.

Elissa bit her tongue to keep from saying 'No, you don't understand', well knowing that the woman was trying to be kind. And she was an elf? Was she one of the Dalish she'd heard so much as a child? She didn't know. Shifting on her feet, she looked up at her. "I... I would be grateful for your help, serah."