Nisha was thankful for the arm close around her and the support of a woman that before she could have sworn was little more than a statue at times. Her mind swam and she felt a little cold as they pressed on now that the brief tingling warmth in her chest had been pushed away. The adrenaline had faded and she was beginning to show signs of her wear and tear, signs of a genuinely hard day taking a toll on her unprepared and untrained body and mind but for Tyl’ra she kept strong and pushed on without a word after they’d mended their clothes with magic which was a display that weakened her further in her already vulnerable state despite the weak nature of the spell.<br/><br/>When Tyl’ra thanked her she smiled, exposing her odd canines. It felt a little stiff to her, forced, but she was truly surprised and grateful the elf had done so.<span style="color: blue">“ You are welcome, Tyl’ra… and if my name is so hard for you.”</span>She paused, pointing at the elf’s nose as if the elf could even see herself wrinkling it cutely as she had a habit of doing.<span style="color: blue">“Then please, find a name for me.”</span>There was a little invitation there, a little of her natural flirty nature that she’d assumed with the desert dweller but it was subdued, her voice missing its throaty and temptuous purr.  When her guide… companion brought up the subject of no magic in town she quirked a brow but didn’t ask why, perhaps the locals were superstitious and Tyl’ra was just looking out for her.<br/><br/>The thought Tyl’ra even cared enough to think of how to avert attention from her was enough to make Nisha smile back her at her, not even skipping a beat as she was lowered to sit and Tyl’ra soon followed. It was unusual for the elf to directly rest with her but perhaps she’d proved herself? Perhaps her previous flirting had this effect? Whatever it was the elf did seem genuinely interested when she handed the Tiefling a piece of jerky and told her to eat. And she did, she complied eagerly and her sharp canines tore into the strip like it were nothing. Nisha did feel a little better after doing so but was still quite lightheaded but wramth was returning to her at least and for now it seemed all was peaceful so she spoke.<span style="color: blue"> “ Thank you, Tyl’ra. You’ve cared for me despite my.. impetuousness. “</span>The Tiefling clears her throat and awkwardly grins.<span style="color: blue">“ I can think of what spells I know to hide my horns at least. I am not a talented spellcaster but the last thing I want is to be chased out of a town.”</span>She winces a little when she rolls a shoulder but tries to play it off with a laugh, looking at the elf for a long moment before eyeing the space where the rending wound had been before she’d mended the leathers.<br/><br/>A pang of worry invaded the tiefling’s mind for a moment, tail curling up densely in reflex. Had that been why Tyl’ra stopped? She seemed fine enough, maybe she was just a little out of it like Nisha had gotten as well. Her concern alleviated for now Nisha brushed her hair from her eyes and looked around before speaking up.<span style="color: blue">“I suppose when we get to town you are done with me?”</span>Her eyes were averted, face well away from Tyl’ra.<span style="color: blue">" I don't want to assume but... I just want to know."</span>She swallowed and finally looked up to her, for once a little worried about her fate on Athas.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>