Whatever else that Tyora was focused on at that moment, allowing  the magic to take hold and start to limit her focus.  The thoughts of saving her friend and getting out of there with everyone safe.  It all lost any parts of her thought process as soon as the girl’s head dropped and that single tear started to fall.  The fog over her mind wouldn’t let her focus on anything else but that sad lone tear falling from the girl’s eyes.  Her face framed by the hair as the tear slowly fell along her heart-shaped face.<br/><br/>Tyora’s own eyes followed that tear as it fell from that sad face, tracking it’s slow descent along her face, then from there to the ground.  After that small jewel hit the ground, the elf brought her eyes back up to the girl’s face.  The fog from the magic keeping her from thinking strait, actually prevented her from focusing on anything but the girl.  She actually now took notice of how beautiful she was.  The cute heart shaped face framed by her dark hair, that that bit of cleavage being shown off by the violet gown.<br/><br/>The beautiful woman was so sad… it was enough to drown the worry about her friend.  She had one right here that needed help.<span style="color: Green">“I… But… Ok, You are right.”</span><br/><br/>When that hand darted out and grasped her own, The elf felt the warmth of those fingers.  And especially the lips when they touched her green tinted flesh…  It never even crossed her mind that she had been wearing her leather gloves when this had all started.  She couldn’t remember that she had removed it.  And she didn’t care when that warmth touched her.  But she also noticed the fear.<br/><br/><span style="color: Green">“Ok.  We need to get safe.”</span>She replied, Holding onto that warm hand, the only life she could focus on with the fog in her mind.  Until it was torn away and she watched as Katrin returned to her friend and again shrank to the unassuming and threatening size.  There was no time to contemplate this though as the construct reached to her, and Tyora’s hand did the same.  Taking it in her own.  ignoring the complaining hissing from the serpent in her hair.<span style="color: red"><i>“No… don’t my bonded…”</i></span>But the pain from the magic in this cave was too much.  All he could do was cling to the branches in her hair as he started to struggle to adjust even faster.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>