And Aya did indeed care to look. She had first turned her head to make sure Duridwyn didn't break the soft-looking half-elf's spine, but quickly got distracted by something much nicer. The hyperactive moon elf instantly forgot about the druid, and the demons, and the mission, as her eyes were sucked out and swallowed by a certain sudden display of glorious cleavage. "Pretty..." she whispered, almost inaudibly.<br/><br/>The moon elf's hound, on the other hand, sat down on his haunches, holding his head up high. His eyes twinkled with intelligence and pride, completely aware that he was a nearly perfect specimen and perfectly willing to allow Inyrra to stroke his deep blue fur, which felt like an odd blend of leafweave and fleece.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>