Gwen relaxed as Lani touched her back and shoulders. Her tenseness began fading, the shaking calmed down, and she relaxed into a gentler posture. The words weren't terribly important; but even those helped. The braiding of her hair reminded her of nights from her youth, when her father would sing to her as her mother braided her hair.<br/><br/>She looked over her shoulder and smiled. It was much less shaky than it had been. Her hand touched the braid, which reached down to nearly her lower back. Her hair was her greatest pride: brilliant red, with golden hues hidden within, she loved it. It complimented her eyes and accented the freckles that danced across her nose and cheeks, as well as across her chest and arms. "Thank you, Lani," she said softly, sitting up a little straighter. "I really appreciate that. I was.." A sheepish smile. "I was kind of starting to panic a little, I guess. I can tell you what I remember of the poem, if you like." She had seen the glint in Lani's eye and knew that she wanted the treasure (whatever it was) for herself. Gwen was fine with that; she didn't even know what it was, and she didn't particularly covet it.