Swamped

You consider turning things around. Surprising and gagging her, just as she did to you. But the truth is, she's stronger and probably better-trained than you are.

Well. It'll give you a moment's satisfaction, and put you on more even ground when bargaining. You slip beneath the branch and wait, before ambushing her.

It doesn't go well. She spots you and grabs you by the throat before you lay a claw on her.

"Really, grebling? You're no fighter, and this is coming from a novice. What's your goddamn problem?"

"My goddamn problem is that I woke up in a swamp crawling with strange beasts and human soldiers," you gasp. "And you didn't exactly make a strong first impression yourself. Pardon me for not thinking of you as my best friend."

She glares at you, then relents and puts you down.

"Fine. Run away again, see if I care. It's not like you can help me find Starling anyways. As long as you don't get the Bogknights after me, I don't really care what you do."

You've heard of this human trick before. If someone doesn't want to help you, you just pretend to be unimpressed with them and they do what you asked just to salvage their pride. Well, you're not falling for it.

You have to admit, though, this woman seems to be very good at feigning disinterest. It's hard to believe she cares about anything.

Maybe you should just leave her here to stew. Whatever's wrong with this human isn't your problem, after all.

Of course, you don't really have a plan for what to do next. Maybe you should just swallow your pride and bargain with her - she probably knows how to leave this damn place. On the other hand, you don't have much to offer, except as a second pair of eyes in looking for her comrade.

What are you going to do?