The tall, slim elf watched Nisha compose herself. Dark eyes keenly observed every movement of the much softer and suppler body. The poor outlander looked so helpless, all soft contours and pretty clothing. Tyl'ra could not help herself and barked out a single amused laugh at the Tiefling's reaction to the threat of losing her tongue. The nomadic elf shook her head slowly. The strange woman would need to adapt and quickly or this world would chew her up and spit her out. She still had no idea whether or not this woman was an innocent as she acted but she was so completely out of place that it could hardly be an act.<br/><br/>Her almond shaped eyes stared intently at the Tiefling and the listened closely. It seemed pretty certain that she was not from this world... or insane. The nonsense that she spoke could allow for nothing else. When the words stopped, Tyl'ra watched Nisha with her head cocked to the side and staring quizzically<span style="color: darkorange">."So you are like a Mul? Two halves making a different whole?"</span>She knew such things happened but this was the strangest looking outcomes she had seen.<span style="color: darkorange"> "One of your ancestors must have been very odd looking." </span>while the words could be interpreted as unkind, there was no malice in her features or her tone. To the savage elf it was simply the way that the situation made sense to her.<br/><br/>The half-smile that was threatening to creep onto her face at what was, if nothing else, interesting conversation settled back into a neutral mask when Nisha moved over and extended her hand.<span style="color: darkorange">"No tricks." </span>She grunted softly and looked at the Tiefling, head tilting again as she began to focus. Then Nisha simply moved back.  Tyl'ra was about to confront her about the consequences of her lies but when she lifted her arm she saw the tanned, pristine flesh. The sight made her eyes widen and she stopped cold. When she looked down over her own lanky form her eyes widened further still. It was amazing. The elf looked up and this time she did smile.<span style="color: darkorange">"You have my thanks, Ni-sha. I am known as Tyl'ra." </span>It was a begrudging compliment but the feel of being truly clean was such a great feeling that it could not be helped.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>