He might have assumed that Corvette understood the 'danger' she was in, but he would have assumed incorrectly. She thought no such thing about him. Despite his outwardly dangerous appearance, he had offered her only the sort of bland gentlemanly behavior she loathed. But beggars could not be choosers. It was either suffer the chance of someone that did not excite her, or resume her old wandering ways and she had made her choice the moment she entered the Commons for the fourth time.
And thus, though he did not ask her anything about herself or her preferences or her past, when he offered for her to accompany him to the Dunes, she nodded and attempted to keep the resignation from her eyes. Perhaps in time he would prove to be someone with whom she could enjoy spending time with, but perhaps it was silly of her to assume she'd ever find that again. Fell's entire being might as well have been a flash in the pan with the amount of luck she'd had searching for it since.
Her pale tail flicked at her quarters briefly before she spoke again, nodding her head in the general direction of Salem. "I've never spent much time there, but I'd be willing to see it again." Her time in Salem had been short, mere winter weeks when her family was consumed with travel. It had never held her father's interest the way Tinuvel had, and her mother had never expressed much interest in anything of her own beyond what Ironclad wanted.
"Lead the way, Lucifer." She murmurs, taking a step forward toward their direction. Though it may not have been the auspicious start to the rest of her life that she was hoping for, this was at least a step above being homeless and wandering, and one step further from the days of listless sadness that had kept her so unsteady.