Rhyderi: *watches Jenna, almost seeming to work out what she’s doing. He crouches very slightly, pulling his arms in to his torso, somewhat able to shift most of himself behind the shielf. He smirks at Jenna as he changes his feeting, then relaxes again, moving back into his initial defensive stance* As my brother would say, I am a tin-can. You’ll not find much to exploit.
Milena: *continues to whimper, but calms down shortly*