Pain began to tug at Nisha's form through the blanket of tiredness that had settled over her after the last of her adrenaline fled her body from their earlier encounter with the vicious predatory cat that had been stalking them through the forest. Each step vibrated through her leg,  stirring her wound and making her wince though the soft city girl tried not to make a show of it in front of Tyl'ra.  Why did she try so hard to hide it?  The tiefling had not an answer for that. Gods knew she would have cried and complained long before this if she's been with someone else but with Tyl'ra at her side well.. she wanted the woman's respect for some reason , adoration maybe. Even if it came at the cost of scratches that were definitely not the same as she was used to after a long night with her best friend, Rose,  and a pitcher of elven spiced wine.<br/><br/>Her mind drifts,  ebbs and flows as she watches Tyl'ra proffer payment and secured them a room,  eyes distinctly tracking slender digits as they picked out coins pressed fro clay of all things. Maybe she simply looked up yo Tyl'ra,  maybe that was it. Or maybe she was fooling herself and trying to worm her way out of admitting the elf caught her fancy. Nisha could at least decide the desert dweller looked good at this angle and many more , even while doing something so domestic as counting coin. And the tiefling could certainly say there was a respect for her new friend as well.<br/><br/>Eventually her thoughts are interrupted , a hand taking her softer own and she is led towards a room. One that surpasses her expectations of the place and leaves her watery black eyes wide. The pools of ink glisten slightly as she pans her head this way and that ans they widen almost ridiculously further as Tyl'ra slips into bed and jests at her. The joke brings a smile to her face,  pain forgotten as she casually ripostes in a slow drawl.<span style="color: blue">" Beds don't often come with pretty elven bed-warmers where I'm from. "</span>her smile changes to a roguish grin as she edges forward and makes it up onto the bed on hands and knees , previously freed tail brushing up along Tyl'ras leg incidentally as she passes her, Nisha laying down face to face with Tyl'ra,  quirking a brow at the desert elf as her ebony locks frame her face.<span style="color: blue">" It'll do. "</span>a wink as she rolls onto her back with a sigh of pleasure is what she uses to puncutate her parting barb,  eyes closing as she enjoys softness and warmth, especially that of another body<span style="color: blue">. " You owe me a drink though. That's the custom where I'm from. When you want a woman in your bed. "</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>