Nisha studied the lean desert elf with intent onyx hued eyes as she wrinkled her nose. The Tiefling couldn’t exactly figure why the elf did it, perhaps it was just a tic of some sort or perhaps something about her smelled off to the woman from an entirely different plane but it mattered little; it was actually a little endearing, she thought.<br/><br/>While Tyl’ra admired her much smoother and cleaner skin the Tiefling did as well, noting that when not trying to rob her and not covered head to toe in fine dirt she was actually fairly pretty. It was not your everyday pretty, nothing like the beauty of the planesdweller herself but it was  a wild sort of beauty, a strong and fierce one like that of a wild cat and the soft laugh that followed the inspection made the half-breed laugh herself, the sound soft and airy, her tail once more ruffling the coarse grass.<span style="color: blue">“ I’m glad you like it. You clean up quite well.” <br/>
</span><br/>When the elf overeacts to the presentation of the golden coins the Tieflijng only shakes her head and smiles; exposing her teeth to the woman once more sharp canines and all. “Well I am glad I have not given you reason to take anything, imagine if you happened to fancy my shirt- now that would just be awkward.” Her ebony brow raises and she smirks. Despite all the shock and uncertainty that she’d experienced earlier, and even with the attempted robbery today had not turned out so bad. She was on a distant plane, sure but she’d also at least met a trustworthy, if only somewhat, individual who cleaned up rather well.<br/><br/>When her savior gives her news of where she is and how close civilization is in fact the smile on the tiefling’s face only grows along with a spark of hope inside of her. If she could convince the other woman to let her travel with her for two days she could at least find civilization and with it hopefully someone who could help her on her way back home to Sigil. Of course, getting Tyl’ra to agree to take her along may be another matter entirely but she was prepared to part with gold and her virtue at this point if it meant some kind of step in the right direction.<br/><br/>With a charming, overly sweet smile the Tiefling takes a few steps towards the desert elf and touches her arm gently. Her unnaturally hot fingers brush smooth, clean skin and she clears her throat with a soft<span style="color: blue"> ‘uhhumm’</span>before looking pointedly at her savior with her big black eyes.<span style="color: blue"> “ Would I ever convince you to let me follow you there? I know I am strange and probably funny looking to you but I would just about anything for the chance to be somewhere other than the middle of nowhere in a strange place.” </span>The woman jingles the purse at her hip in a promise of future payment should Tyl’ra deliver but the way she intoned ‘anything’ certainly implied her virtue was on the table as well.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>