Bianka , unknown to herself had held her breath as she handed the soup to the elf in her nervousness and well, yearning for approval of thus woman for some reason. Sheblet out a pent up breath as the elf thanked her,  the food probbaly wasn't what the refined and beautiful woman was used to but the kind thanks .... it seemed sincere even...made her blush and clear her throat. " You're welcome Taliana, there's always more for later as well....I could have made better I think..." the second in command felt the skip of a beat in her heart and blushed more beforenotcing the eld's era were on the priest and her own blue eyes followed.<br/><br/>The priest was sure more intimidating that she remembered hearing about from Ma and Pa from their own stories of Sigmar and his priests. The chaimail glad girl startled a bit as he smiled at her,  not expecting the free kindness but she returned it politely. Eventually her eye dipped hack to the elf however, Bianka distracting herself from the flesh show by tying her hair back up in a ponytail. She wondered of she'd ever be able to impress like that, or even really be as pretty as she aged. The thought only caused her to fidigt and shift weight from foot to foot nervously,  forcing her eye from her "mistress" and back on the priest after his bath request,  unaware he could probably see her blushing and her gloved hands fidgiting with each other. " Well, of she wont lrt you use her bath,  sir, I could take you to what passes for the village baths on my pence ... I owe you that much as a priest .... "<br/><br/>Her commander called her way however and she nodded to the priest before following the elf out,  staying just slightly behind her in following. She didn't do it for lecherous reasoning but she her eye roamed the elf's back wmd swaying hips before she surged forward and stood at her side,  looking over to the beauty, trying to adress her formally without using ma'am. " What's wrong er... mistress? "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>