Tyl'ra finds herself completely lost for words when Nisha unleashes her retort. Her mouth opens briefly to respond only to close again. Her tanned skin flushes deeply at both the compliment of her being pretty and the implication of the term 'bed-warmer'. Her mind struggles to convince her that maybe in Nisha's opulent world they do have people that simply keep their beds warm but the notion withers. The looks Nisha gave her along with that comment left little doubt as to her meaning. For a moment her brow furrows in confusion. How could this soft outlander keep making her feel so unbalanced with such ease?<br/><br/>The sight of the Tiefling crawling with feline grace onto the bed made the Elf's skin tingle the same way it had when she knew the cat had been stalking them. Again, she had the sensation of being pray but she managed to keep herself composed. Her only slip was a harsh intake of air when the outlander's tail slipped along the inside of her leg. Again she felt herself blushing and her mouth twisted into what on her could be called a pout. She did not like that she tiefling could make her feel so helpless but still need protection and guidance. It was odd for her and she could not bring herself to admit it was because she liked the girl... and wanted to be liked in return.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"I am glad you find it acceptable Ni-sha. I would not want it to chafe your delicate self." </span>Again she was teasing, but found herself looking at that pale, luminous skin. She let out a little huff and broke pulled her gaze away before she was caught looking. The sight of Nisha on her back was even more alluring and made her chest seem even more impressive. Her body was a wonderment and while the lean elf was not flat-chested, Nisha's lush curves were something not seen outside of the pampered noble houses. She found herself wanting to see how they would feel and had to mentally restrain herself from leaning in to find out. The flustered elf took a steadying breath and immediately regretted it. The scent of Nisha filled her senses and she shook her head. Even with all of the travel and the danger, the Tiefling smelled wonderful.<br/><br/>Tyl'ra bolted up into a sitting position, grunting as pain blossomed in her side. She stood and kept herself faced away for the moment it took to force the pain from her expression.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Y-yes, a drink. I will go fetch something from the innkeeper. What do you drink in Si-gil?" </span>She asked, eager to get a moment to compose herself. She had never felt such confliction as she did right now and she needed a moment to sort out her thoughts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>