Greyjay keeps the crossbow up and armed as he steps forward into the clearing. Scanning the bushes, he's all business and his tone is clipped when he speaks: "It's me. C'mon, your blood'll draw more and I don't want to fight a pack."

"I'll keep this up, but I'd appreciate it if you could get my gear from the tree." He jerks his head back towards the way he came, but doesn't make eye-contact with Asra. They can have whatever awkward discussion they like once they're out of this bit of the forest.