Suffice to say, she's never encountered a giant hulking man with horns back home. The stranger is tall, and for a second she's tenses up, struggling to brace herself so she can get the damn tree away and give herself a fighting chance.

But then he's putting down the bow, and he's walking closer, and Red-- she talks a moment, exhaling slowly. She's been called a monster, before. She should probably try not to jump to the worst possible conclusion, no matter how foggy and headachey her head might be, even if she can imagine Granny keeping a crossbow well and truly trained on the guy.

"I'm fine," Red replies, although it comes out a little tight, an almost-wheeze. "Yeah, I can-- hang on." She has to twist, just slightly, to get better angle to for leverage, before she nods. "All right."