A nod -- it's the least she can do. While Rey gets into position, Adaar moves into their line of sight, making herself loud enough to keep their attention while not scaring them off. Not for the first time, she wishes someone like Blackwall or Cassandra were here, so that they could keep the attention of the creatures and have them fully blind to anything else. She didn't think it was possible to miss her companions, the way she always felt at odds with them -- towering above them, having them reassure her that she was not like others of her race.

Adaar sets the thoughts aside, refocuses.

Rey is far preferable than anyone else for the moment, and Adaar drops to one knee to aim her bow, pulling it taught as she watches, waiting. Rey is far enough away, and the two beasts close enough together, that she lets go once she is sure -- they're fighting against each other, and in that moment of confusion the arrow strikes true -- embedding itself it one and setting it on fire, followed by another that does the same.

It's in the brief lull that Adaar calls out to Rey. "Where'd you learn how to fight?" Most staff fighters are mages where she's from, but Rey is no mage. At least not that she can tell, and normally they're very obvious about what they can do in any battle.