Terrific Elf Relief Shelter- Stabby Plot of Stabbing

That tree hut over there is pretty close to perfect. She'll lead him over there, and hope there's nobody inside. If there is, she'll look for somewhere else, possibly behind it if it's isolated enough.

If it is empty, she'll lead it inside and unwrap her arm. Beneath, it's blackened bones, skeletal and dead-looking. Elimnae can move it, but she doesn't, to encourage the impression it's dead and useless. "Can you help with this? You grew all the buildings, so your life magic must be potent." Her other hand rests on the hilt of her athame, imbued thus far with a single soul. She's hoping he'll lean over for a closer look, so she can surreptitiously draw the blade and bring it up and into his chest.