Adhira would stay silent, again thinking about what the dark entity was offering. She could shout back at the Reaper and again exclaim that she did not need his help, but the obvious truth, was that she really needed shelter. Despite everything she was saying she really did not want to walk around in soggy clothing. And even when the storm blows away, wandering the forest at her lonesome was starting to get tiring. I mean, she HAS met a kind individual in the forest with unique yet random magical abilities, but even still. She was sick of the forest.
Adhira, not answering the Reaper, would sit down upon the couch. She looked to the ground, her face flustered in embarrassment. All the fuss was rather unnecessary, she could even say she feels a little guilty for arguing with someone only trying to assist her.