Tiatha would have purred if it were possible as Alienna swept her small body up into her arms. The woman was far ligther than she even looked and as she wrapped her arms carefully around her friend's neck, the burden would ease even further. With a smile on her lips that nearly stretched ear to pointed ear, she giggled playfully as she was carried like a bride across the remaining distance to the strider's open hatch.  Her shoed feet bounced and her short hair more than once spilled down over her features as she sought to look up at the rogue holding her. Unfortunately the 'ride' lasted only a short time and before she had even grown accustomed to it, she was back on her feet and the black haired Sin'dorei was already peering inside, all business. A slight frown tugged back downward at her lips but she fought the sudden surge of negative feelings by wrapping her arms around her friend's waist before leaning in to plant a few cheeky kisses at her neck and cheek affectionately as she could. A few moments later she  let her cheek rest against the other woman's shoulder and she finally let herself peer inside.<br/><br/>Tiatha was almost blow away by what she saw. The Madame was unlike any human she had ever seen. It was hard to honestly find something that wasn't exaggerated or 'larger than life' from the pink locks of hair atop her head to the very generous bust... the curvaceous figure-- her confidence faltered as her eyes soaked in the woman's appearance and for just a second she wondered if Alienna would still find her pretty after spending so much time with the pink haired human destined to be their mistress.Her glowing green eyes shot down, looking at her own modest, nearly boyish curves before she swiveled her head back up and nearly got lost in staring again.<br/><br/>The rogue's voice managed to draw her from her reverie. With a gasp the shorter of the two looked up at her friend and after a moment of indecision, sweetly nodded her head. Her eyes closed and Tiatha gave her companion a large, squeezing hug before she pulled away and instead moved to grab for the rogue's hand. Pale, slender digits lace with Ali's own and again they provide comfort and affection through a simple squeeze.<br/><br/>“We can't back out.” Her head turned and she smiled, the expression somewhat forced but still warm. “ This is for you. I'm going to do my best,<b><i>for you</i></b>.” Tiatha wasn't losing her friend to the Horde, no. Even if she had to sell her body she would never lose Ali.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>