There was an old elf adage Naethra was found of... "When a foolish gamble pays off, it's called bravery." She very consciously didn't say that.
"That was brave," she said instead. "That howl... is the most terrible thing that's happened to me here. It's the worst kind of fear. It's not constructive, or rational, or even sane. It gets under your skin and strikes at your bones." She shuddered at the memory, "I never want to feel that again. And things could have gone very badly if the rest of the party was afflicted like we were. Do... do you have any idea how you managed to do that?" She paused for a moment, casting another glance at Gwyn as she took off her blouse. "And your boobs are amazing, by the way. In more ways that one."
She shook her head, conscious of the blush creeping onto her green cheeks. Instead, she turned towards the newcomer. Her smile grew rueful.
"Good day, Mister Drake," she said, offering the wizard a polite nod. "My name is Naethra. I... don't suppose you have any idea where we are? Or how you got here? Or why we just fought a magical wolf-woman-thing?" She paused for a few seconds, quietly dreading her next question, but pushed through with it none the less. "And have you seen a confused looking elf princess wander by here, lately?"
In truth, Naethra doubted she'd ever see Aerin again. At least not in any recognizable form.