The apology in her stance and words does her well, in Roshanak's view. She can understand fury from fear and outrage, but if there is one thing she admires, it is those who seek to keep it in check.

It goes a way to explaining her next actions, beyond just sheer impulse.

"I'm a centaur," she says. "Although I know magic, and I can shapeshift. Which... I'm going to do now, because we'll stand out less."

She snaps her fingers (more for her companion's sake than because she needs to), and in the next instant, she stands there as a human woman. Two feet shorter, two legs instead of four, her jacket lengthened and tan-coloured pants now covering her lower half, boots on her feet. Her quiver is still at her side, but the straps holding her javelins have shifted to now hold them on her back, next to her bow.

Roshanak hesitates, and then says, "If you don't find it patronizing for me to say so, I think you're doing very well with talking under such circumstances as these."

It is true. God knows that her reaction could be so, so much worse.

"I am Roshanak. What are you called? And... what is your true form?"