Inyrra bit her lip, wilting somewhat under Gajol's scolding but manages a weak smile when Aya comes to her defence. Still she waited with baited breath to hear what is to become of her involvement. Her sheepish look evaporates into a bright smile when Gajol does not decide to run her off. She herself takes a slow deep breath.<span style="color: indigo"> "You are most assuredly forgiven and I will try to have faith but it does not come as easily to me as it does most."</span>She paused to retrieve her hat and stuck it in her bag.<span style="color: indigo"> "I will keep my true form, although it we venture through a town, expect to see it come back out."</span><br/><br/>The passionate words from the girl from the church managed a strange sort of parallel with what was being said. The girl wanted to help; she wanted the group to accept her. Inyrra tried not to be a hypocrite and instead smiled and brought her hand to her cheek. When her fingers touched the wound she winced slightly.<span style="color: indigo"> "Well, I for one will not turn it down." </span>She said, slipping up to the girl. The tiefling moved with even more grace than her elfish visage, hips swaying and drawing at least a couple gazes as she stood, smiling at the girl<br/>.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>