She debates internally before deciding that given what they've already seen and all the white hair and everything she's not going to get away with pretending to be a normal girl. 

:It was a carnivore and it was headed towards our campsite. I tried to shoo it but that didn't work. So I killed it. I wasn't gonna just leave it to rot! I could only stomach so much at a time, it tasted awful, but I was gonna come back. I eat what I kill.:

Savil squints, it's effortful to grab onto the gist when she has to dig at concepts instead of shared words and there's the weird underwater effect, but she can follow. Well, aside from the part where that's completely insane and impossible and surely the simplest explanation is a failure of translation. 

:Basilisks are nearly impossible to kill: she sends. :Resistant to magic–: and then she breaks off, because the girl might look human but she really obviously isn't. :What, er, species are you?: 

:I'm, um, half human. The kind of thing my father is can't fully exist within the kind of reality humans live in. Please don't try to kill me.:

Leave aside the really confusing aside. Savil lifts both hands. :Of course I'm not going to kill you. I have no intent to harm you. Simply questions: Some sort of bizarre halfbreed with...something extraplanar? ...doesn't actually make sense but it's not any less believable or bizarre than 'dead basilisk with bites taken out.

:How did you come here?: she sends. :You are in Tayledras territory: 

:We ran into some cultists and they sent us here. I don't know what Tayledras means but everything is so weird here, there are worms that sing really disturbingly and vines that try to bite and the predators taste so bad. Well, the pack-things and the basilisk do. The bear was fine. People are usually scared of me when they know what I am and people respond to fear with violence a lot. I'm good at not dying and at running away but I hate when people look at me like that...:

The fourth two-legged person in their party, a much younger dark-haired teen boy, has been hovering back with one hand on his white mare's neck. At this, though, he creeps forward. 

:Savil: he sends, privately. :We aren't going to hurt her, right?:

The strange girl is...honestly pretty terrifying, or at least should be, but Vanyel is not always good at being scared of the things that he ought to be scared of. (He's scared of plenty of other things instead). And 'people are usually scared of me when they know what I am' makes his chest clench. 

:I hope not: Savil sends back, privately as well, before returning to the girl.

:We have no violent intent: she sends. Cultists...sent them here...? A Gate, perhaps? But any of the four mages would have sensed it, gods, Vanyel would have felt a Gate from fifty miles off, and their camp doesn't look like they've been here long. There are an awful lot of pieces of this situation that make no sense. Anyway, if the girl is some half-human hybrid with an extraplanar entity – which might explain her incredibly weird magical aura and Mindspeech – then that isn't her fault. And she doesn't seem inclined to violence at this point. Self-defence, sure. 

If I could've eaten a basilisk the first time one came at me, I'd have done it too, she thinks. It's unfortunate, the Tayledras try not to kill the ugly bastards because they're in fact pretty key to the ecosystem, but a stranger Gated or otherwise dumped here by enemies wouldn't have known that. 

:My name is Savil: she sends. :This is Vanyel, and the other two are Starwind and Moondance. We are on our way out of the Pelagirs, to, er, a less weird land. If you would like to accompany us, this isn't a particularly good place for you to be for various reasons: 

:I would love to be not here. We were going to look for civilization once we had our bearings a little better anyway. Oh, but I should finish the pack-things and the basilisk first, it would be bad to leave them uneaten and they'd be hard to transport. Especially with normal people who feel a normal amount of revolted by horrible smells.:

Savil gets a slightly nauseated look, which she tries to hide. :Er, yes. Actually, basilisks are among the only creatures that eat dead wyrsa, they're...pretty toxic...good idea not to leave them lying around...: If the girl being the spawn of some extraplanar horror means she can eat godforsaken wyrsa corpses, might as well make use of that fact. 

:Also - we? Do you have a travel companion?: There is the same weird magic sensed inside the tent, but it's weird enough that Savil can't tell if it's a person or just some sort of artifact, and she hasn't tried to Look deeper. Probing too obviously seems discourteous and that seems ill-advised, right now. 

:Um--yes. My brother. He's more human than I am mostly so he has to sleep most nights. Uh, but he doesn't look more human than me right now because I can shapeshift and he can't. He looks a lot more human than the shape I killed the basilisk with.:

:You can shapeshift?: Savil manages to keep most of the shock out of her mindvoice. :And, of course, your brother is welcome to travel with us as well: She thinks she's slightly getting the hang of the girl's strange Mindspeech – it's still a struggle to catch everything, what with the language barrier, but if she concentrates hard she gets most of it. 

:We ought to teach you the local language while we travel: she adds as an afterthought. :Most people in the land we're headed to can't talk this way: 

:That would be good. People are even more scared of things they can't talk to. And yes, I can't leave bite marks that big with this mouth.:

Vanyel, still hovering behind Savil, chokes down a laugh. Not actually funny, he tells himself firmly.

:We can wait as long as you need to pack up: Savil sends. :Oh – what are your names?: 

:I'm Lucy and he's Wilbur. Um, I can carry more in the other shape, we've got this bearhide and these bones, I could probably take the other bones out of the basilisk first, they're not vile when you char the flesh off and then there's less to eat...does anyone have a use for super-tough bone?:

The younger of the robed white-haired men steps back out into the clearing; it seems like there's no danger here after all. :I must say, I have never considered whether basilisk bone had a use. Likely, yes: 

:You can have it if you want, I woulda found a use for it but as long as someone's using it it's fine.:

:Er, do you have a policy of using every part of something you kill?: Vanyel sends, curiously, before he can stop himself.

:I have a policy of eating everything I don't use. Back home there are people who kill stuff just for sport and take home enough to make a trophy and leave the rest to rot. It's bad. Animals aren't like people but they still suffer and die and I hate it when things die pointlessly.:

Vanyel blinks hard. That's...really sweet, actually...and it's stupid that it makes him want to burst into tears. 

:That's good of you: he manages finally. :It is bad when things die pointlessly: 

:Yeah. So I'll eat the wyrsa and then I'll debone the basilisk and--actually is there any other part of the basilisk that could be useful besides just the bones? The hide seemed pretty tough...:

Moondance scrunches up his face. :It seems harder to remove the odour, but indeed, it may be of use. We might as well try keeping it: 

:I'd try scrubbing it but I only vaguely know where a river is and I'd rather not scrub it in a river anyway, think what that would do to the poor fish. I can always eat it later if destinking it doesn't work I guess...um, I have to take my clothes off to change shape if I don't want them ruined. Could the boys turn around please?:

Vanyel turns pink and quickly turns his back. The others follow suite.

Including Savil, not that she's at all bothered by nudity, she spends a lot of time in k'Treva Vale after all, but she's concerned that she'll yelp or look grossed out by the transformation if it catches her off guard and she doesn't want to be rude.