"Hey hey, you alright?" Aloy soothes, crouched down beside you as if she didn't just swoop (get it? Like a bird) in and take down a dozen machines single handedly.

Honestly, she hasn't even broken a sweat, except for a few beads here and there, purely because how could any Nora be used to such high temperatures? She isn't sure how the carja do it, but, not to preen or boast or anything, she thinks she's handling it well,

From fighting Redmaw to battering a few glinthawks, it's a bit of a drastic change. She's took down thunderjaws and stormbirds, every machine bigger, a little more violent in the Sundom, but for a place so great, with awe-amazing sights, she's willing to take the rest, especially since she's getting closer and closer to finding out the secrets of GAIA. And who her mother is.

Although, that doesn't mean she refuses to partake in other quests, that are just as important. Every job has a purpose. Every chance to help someone, and meet new people. Learn more about origins and knowledge about the old world, or even recent happenings that she had, previously, been declined the knowledge of, due to her outcast status, and the outdated beliefs of the Nora.

However, when she was approached by a man a little older, seeming to be in desperate need of help, not for him, but for his daughter, she couldn't even barter. The words What's in it for me? Didn't even dare to tingle her tongue — because she's seen enough loss already. Aloy disdains the idea of not doing something when she can, of being the one to cause another life lost,

Which led her to trudging through the Mesa, on guard and hunter bow ready, aiming and firing before she had even spot you on the ground. Listen, a myriad of glinthawks surrounding.. what else? She's not even sure how you had managed to attract so many. It's not like an alarm was around, giving off the signal for machines to approach. Even so, she takes them on with as much ease as possible.

Damn flying things, she always hated those kind. Even if she likes the thrill.

Aloy doesn't let it interrupt the friendly smile she gives you though, attempting to put you at ease, since it's obvious how shaken up you are. At least your father will be glad you're back in one piece,

"Rough time, huh? How'd you even manage that?" She comments, head nodding to dismantled mechanical bodies and hand outstretching to help you up. Could it be even glinthawks can recognise how much of a looker you are? Not that she's noticed..