It's a fair worry; it was mostly luck that she managed to land without cutting herself on her own knife. Momentarily stunned as she is, she has little choice but to listen to the other girl's words. Food and friends... those are good things. The hunters hadn't offered her food, they'd only told her to give herself up, that she was mad and that she needed to be put down.

Maybe she's not with the hunters. Daine turns her head to look at the girl on the other side of the fence, belatedly noticing her bruises. Did she escape the bandits, too?

She wants to ask, but it takes her a moment to remember the words and how to shape them. Finally, in a cracked whisper, she asks, "The bandits?"