Elta was about to offer Mirnea  a soft 'You're welcome' , when she see's Janna rush across the room. Elta rolls her eyes and shakes her head...how in the world did she get sucked into this.<span style="color: orange">"God's damned you bitches are all crazy..."</span>she shakes her head from side to side  as Mirnea turns back to her human form. She lets the blood mage lean against her,  and suddenly feels a lump in her throat.<span style="color: orange">"You're um..welcome. I .uh..Not to put your needs behind anyone elses ..but ..you know..um.." </span>She stammers. She shouldn't have been so callous when she was roused from her sleep.<span style="color: orange">"You alright?"</span>She ask's quietly, as she adjusts the mages hair slightly.<br/><br/>Elta was no fan of blood magic, but Mirnea was soft...and...well..soft. She may have smelt like coppery iron and ...something else . Something pleasant- she couldn't put her finger on, but the cleric quickly finds herself enjoying the unique blend of scents. Elta always did have a soft spot for a 'project.'.<span style="color: orange">"Here.." </span>she wraps her thick muscled and tattooed arm around the other womans shoulder and starts to help her towards a wall.<span style="color: orange">"You should sit or something...lemmie take a look at you..while everyone else is ready to rip each others head off..may as well patch you up."</span>Elta adjusts her dreadlocks out of her face and adjusts uncomfortably in her robes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>