[Funny enough, Jade should be fine with normal human accomodations. She'd spent most of her life with poor posture, trying to make herself appear smaller to conceal her non-human nature. All those nights spent sleeping curled up in a ball became more of a habit than anything else -- and that's assuming she could even get to sleep on the first place. If the dark rings around her eyes are any indication, it's that this woman doesn't look like someone who's had a decent night's rest in decades.

[Maybe it's that fatigue that led to her lapse in judgement, as Jade doesn't immediately think of the implications of trusting the first stranger she sees. After all, it's not the first time she's come to a new country (Eventuality?) and had little choice but to begrudgingly accept the aid of the first people she meets. But back then she had at least some ways of protecting herself.

[Now... She has no weapons, no magic -- just an imposing stature that probably would be intimidating if she didn't look like she was already halfway to passing out again. Willpower alone is the only thing keeping her on her feet at this point.

[There are a lot of things on her mind that she could say, rather than addressing the issues at hand. "Why should I trust you?" "Where are you gonna take me?" "Who do you work for?" But none of them would likely yield the answers she could accept at face value. Rather than immediately moving to welcome the generous offer, Jade just presses her shoulder against the tree, holding her head in one hand while her gaze sizes down the man.]

A year's a pretty long time. That why you just happened to be conveniently hanging around the parameter here? Folks grow outta the ground often?

[There is a slow, wary mistrust in her words. Jade doesn't want to be cagey, but she didn't live for as long as she did in a world like Vyn because she trusted everyone she saw. She's been burnt by fake kindness before -- figuratively and literally.]