Nisha could not help but smile ear to pointed ear as Tyl’ra (finally) submitted to the idea that she was getting some form of gift as recompense for the whole ordeal and having to watch the Tiefling like she was some sort of lost little lamb<span style="color: blue">. “Be honest Tyl’ra, would you honestly turn down something from me?”</span>Her voice was teasing and singsong as they walked down into the ‘streets’ of the roughly formed village, the pair drawing more eyes than perhaps the tall and lean desert dwelling elf would have liked but they had yet to attract trouble thankfully, people leaving them alone just because perhaps how different Nisha looked or maybe her tall and handsome companion.<span style="color: blue">“ I think you’d accept it, you know? You like me.”</span>Again more teasing, her little sing-song  words rising in pitch at the end as she fluttered her eyes brows and sunk a fang into her lower lip to emphasize that part of her features as she looked up at her savior.<br/><br/>For the most part it was Nisha who /hoped/ Tyl’ra would actually take something if she proffered it, there was no denying she had grown a little closer to the elf, even if they were both doing their best to deny it, and her good natured teasing here was crossing the line into genuine flirting and Tyl’ra could likely tell, she no longer had the devious look about her besides her usual impish demeanor.  Of course this is about the time she got caught with her eyes lingering about Tyl’ras bust of all things, the Tiefling hearing the warning and taking it to heart but generally refusing to commentate on it lest she put her foot in her mouth. Tyl’ra was her guide here and much more experienced than her in life so she simply nodded as they edged closer to the largest building in the menagerie of wood and thatch buildings and her elf companion suggested they find lodgings.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“Well in Sigil the largest buildings are either mansions or inns and… I highly doubt the building over yonder is a mansion sooo…”</span>She grinned at Tyl’ra, winking at her before taking off in a slightly quicker gait despite her injuries, wincing all the while. A few moments later they’d have made it to the inn, a steady source of a flowing current of people departing and arriving that appeared mostly to be traders if the packs they carried with them were any clue. Nisha was clearly busy marveling at it all as they pushed into the building however, past the curtain that kept the sun out and into the dark foyer of the inn.<br/><br/>It was a dirt floored and very simple affair with a man at a makeshift counter like any other inn in Sigil but Nisha still stood back, looking up to Tyl’ra with a little hope in her black eyes with hands cusped behind her back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>