While absently running her thumb over her injured wrist, Arielle looked over at the knife when he pulled it out. She managed not to lean away at the sight of someone else drawing a weapon, only because he had just gotten through helping her. Her eyes followed as his finger ran over the blade and she nodded her agreement with him.
“It’s okay,” Arielle told him with a light blush. “He probably won’t, at least not for a while.” When he was healed, if he healed, it wouldn’t be a surprise to her if he tried to get revenge, likely against her. But she would deal with that when it happened.
“Y-you should be able to trade that knife for more than a blanket,” Arielle told him quietly. “But, um, try not to show them what else you have or they’ll try to get more.” It would likely be obvious to the other Raiders that he was new, and she had no doubts that they would try to demand more from him when the knife would otherwise be good enough.
“Do you have a container for water? Or um, anymore clothes?” She asked, trying to think of other things people may trade for the knife along with a blanket. The blanket would be very useful, and she doubted he would get the best quality clothes in addition to it, but it would be better than nothing. “You also, um, might want to trade during the day.” She, at least, disliked approaching other people at night. That still left him without a blanket for the night. Chewing her lip, Arielle scooted over to where her own bag lay and dug inside with her good hand.
“For tonight, you could borrow my blanket,” she said, tugging it out by a corner. A roll of bandages fell out with it, which she picked up and put in her lap. “I can um, sleep as a wolf tonight and I’ll be okay.” It was common for her to do so anyway, just to be able to hear even better.