So Sakura appears unarmed and he threatens her life, but the creature with a unsheathed blade has her in his hands, and suddenly the death threats cease. Ashen eyebrows knitted and she drilled a side-long gaze into the side of Raze's head. If the situation was any less dangerous, she'd have a lecture lined up and ready to pass along to him. She would think that with two and a half centuries on her, that he'd at least be consistant, but it didn't seem to be the case. It was a lecture she'd save for later, once she was absolutely sure this Drakaani meant no threat.
Until that time however, the sharpened stakes hovered menacing above her head, keeping a careful ward for anything that might be construed as hostile. She was not going to take any chances with Sakura in the creature's large arms. Fortunately, it seemed as if the man recognized their inconsistent leader, and it sounded as if the pair were on reasonably friendly terms. However, it wasn't until Nahv, as Raze had called him, handed Sakura's care over to them that she finally lowered the stakes to the ground. Raze vouching for the man had also helped alleviate some of her fears, and she was comfortable enough to ease her stance around him.
With Sakura in her hands, Willow watched as Raze walked off to set up her tent-- and as an afterthought Willow willed the stakes she had created to follow him. With their initial purpose settled without bloodshed, they could be used for another in anchoring the tent to the ground. Willow was not a creature of waste, and she intended to use everything she created, for one purpose or another. With still an air of caution resting on her shoulders she looked to Nahv as Raze worked on the tent. "I apologize for my initial aggression. Friends are so rarely found so far out, more than likely you find enemies instead. Surely you understand?" She said, allowing a weak smile to creep into lips.
Once Raze had erected the tent, Willow entered and set Sakura upon a bedroll and inspected her for any lasting injuries. A quick search with her magic revealed nothing out of the ordinary physically, so Willow assumed she simply collapsed from fear. Nodding in satisfaction with her mental diagnosis, she drew a blanked over the girl and took her leave. As she exited the tent, her crystal bauble resumed it's orbit over her head, though it's arc was noticeably lazy.
Outside the tent, she was met with a gentle fire crackling not too far off. Willow was relieved to see the flame, for it meant that she didn't have to create it herself. Making her way to where Raze stood, she massaged her shoulder where she was struck by the lightning bolt and winced at it's touch. It was still tender, but it wasn't fatal at least. Nothing a day or so wouldn't heal up. The garment would take a bit more effort than that-- but that could wait until tomorrow, she hadn't the energy to play tailor at the moment.
She kept her silence until Raze was finished speak, and then she had her own say. "You speak as if we all asked to keep her like she was a lost puppy," Willow chided gently, "She asked if she could accompany us, and we simply agreed, Raze," Still inconsistent as ever she saw, "It was by her own wish and choice that she became a part of our group, and it's by her wish that she still remains." The last part was more of the benefit for the Drakaani than it was for Raze, but her next words were unmistakeably for Nahv. "And it's only by her wish that she will go with you. Nothing more," She punctuated her sentence with a firm finality about it, and it's meaning was clear. The girl's choice was her own, and no others, and Willow would see to it that the girl's wishes were respected.
Though the man towered over the woman, Willow was not the type to intimidate easily, especially when it came to those she called her friends. And though Sakura was a new member of their group, she was a member, and like they protected Shyc, they would protect her as well.