Aya grumbled, not seeing anything in the room and then shrugging as she moved to stand by Gajol. Though, from the new vantage point, she couldn't help but notice Inyrra -- the poor girl looked troubled, like she was barely able to hold her feelings in. Perhaps she was still uneasy about having been exposed as a tiefling?<br/><br/>She walked swiftly over to the curvy young rogue, putting on her sweetest (though it still looked a bit crooked) purple-lipped smile. "Are you okay, Inyrra? I know Gajol got a little rough with you but she's okay now... she's just kinda uptight. I totally understand being willing to do anything to try to fit in... hehe, believe it or not, there are some places that aren't exactly accepting of elves."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>