It was not that she did not sense him or that she felt uneasy by his attentions it was merely that she knew not his lusts, or his greed, none of it, it had all been taken from her, she felt a slave to the world, all those even a mere child could hold power over her, and yet she found herself alive, 200 years after her last true aged year.<br/><br/>She whipped around on a pivot and brought her left hand to his cheek and smoothed it up to his ear. She let her finger wiggle and he would ear with his acute sense that there was mechanical properties to it, then then did the same, yet lingering on his cheek but a moment as she gaze into his eyes, her emerald spheres appeared soulless as they reflect all. Her right hand would give a natural pulse. "I was born with a gift for healing, I was to be the next high priestess in my time, but my time is far more distant and possibly not even of this realm..." She shot her gaze away turning from him as she felt suddenly she was revealing too much.<br/><br/>"I know my home is not of this realm. I was gathering herbs with my sister if you notice I am short for an elf, an elf of this land anyways. My people were called Sh'mai. In our language it means the Beloved in your tongue." She sighed. "This insane strange man, I would describe him as human, I do not believe he is of this realm either, or perhaps he is but the future, distant future. He, well... He..." She shuddered.<span style="font-style: italic"> Why am I telling him, what good will it do him? Why does he care? He'll only use it against me, I'll be in servitude to one after the other until I find the Professor...</span><br/><br/>She pursed her lips and began to part her hair pushing some over her shoulder and behind her ear. Slowly as she fixed it a good patch of autumn deep auburn hair became visible. It was not merely a streak, it was definitely not her own, but it was now. So it would seem.