Her front isn’t all that bad either was the thought that romped through Varres’s mind as she climbed out of the water, green musculature gleaming like polished jade as the moisture dripped off in rivulets, tracing along the lines and curves of her body. She seemed to stare at nothing for a moment, perhaps dizzy, then regained herself and charged over to where her clothing lay, scowling fiercely. After grabbing her pants she stood facing him, watery blood still dripping her from dagger, breasts bulging as she pressed her forearm against them to hide them from his eyes.<br/>Her angry demand stuck him like a slap, and his bristled under the accusation, no matter how justified it seemed.<br/><br/>“ You’re welcome, by the way! What would you have done if I wasn’t here to hand you your weapon, hmm? Is a crocolisks’s lunch the glorious end you envisioned for yourself? And this near the ford that crosses the river, so don’t think I came all the way out here to nose about in your business! “ he snarled, folding his arms tightly across his chest and only partially managing to avert his gaze from her nude form. So vulnerable looking and yet at the same time so dangerous. A heady mix indeed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>