[ Rolls<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/111477">Perception</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">21</span>1d20(14+7=21=pass<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/111478">Perception</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">27</span>] 1d20(20)+7=27=pass ((XD)) ]<br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/111477">Perception</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">21</span><br/>Xarces would note the blush on the woman's face as she reassures him that it was the taste of the food that she had been enjoying and nothing else. Realizing trail rations where not the greatest tasting things in the world he would simply nod in agreement "Of course, being as hungry as you are I have no doubt these rations must taste amazing." he says not wanting to make her feel any worse for her actions as it seemed she was trying to convince even herself of that fact. Though he could not help but blush slightly at the indication this woman found his taste appealing.<br/><br/><br/>As<span style="font-weight: bold">Bellicious</span>agrees to provide him with more rations Xarces smiles approvingly to the Naga "Thank you kind sir, every little bit helps my friend." he says speaking on her behalf as he takes them one by one unwrapping and presenting them to Elanna in turn. the woman devouring them just as eagerly as before, swallowing down large portions at a time though Xarces would note that the enjoyment she had displayed before was far less noticeable. Though he figured that could account to a number of factors, perhaps these rations where of a different quality then his own, different region, different taste, then again she had already consumed 10 of the things, so to him it was no wonder that she would not be as happy to receive more of the same flavor. Rations where not known for their good flavors after all.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Prinne</span>would Draw his attention as he finishes feeding these final rations to the woman. He smiling to her as he watches her backing away. He thinking to himself (Prinne would know these things after all.....she is wise to exercise caution....but caution is not my place, I'm far too engaged to turn my back on the woman now, I can only continue to tend to her needs, to keep her calm, and collected as much as I am able.) he thinks not wanting to speak freely on the fact that what Prinne had said could very well be true as he did not want to make the woman feel any worse then she already did. "I'm counting on you Prinne, should anything go wrong, I shall need your strength.....and Prinne,  we've always got a chance so long as your around." he says with a warm hearted smile as he did find himself often admiring the half-plant woman "In the mean time perhaps you could give the door a shot? The adept seems to claim it cannot be opened, though you are surely much stronger then she. If any of us have a shot of prying the door open you would be the most qualified." he says nodding to her respectfully, he trying to address the other potential problem he saw facing them, though he had no idea as to whether or not the door was locked, simply stuck, or sealed by magical force, in any event he could not dwell on the subject for long before turning his full attention back to Elanna.<br/><br/><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/111478">Perception</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">27</span><br/>Never once removing his hand From Elanna's grasp he had allowed her to work on the remnants of crumbs while he spoke to Prinne. Upon turning his attentions back to her however, he would note that there seemed to be little to no crumbs remaining. Though she continued to lick, suckle, and roam her soft lips over his fingers expressing her delight in soft mmm's as she seemed to certainly be enjoying something. "those are really tasty crumbs aren't they?" he chimes in as he can feel no grainy texture or small bits of foodstuffs running between his fingers and the saliva soaked surface of her roaming tongue, of the velvety soft embrace of her quivering and desperate lips. He had to admit he did rather enjoy the attention the woman was giving his hand, as under different circumstances this could have served as a lovely form of foreplay, as it stood however it was becoming increasingly obvious that Elanna was quite fond of his flavor, whether or not this was a good thing or not he was uncertain. Though he would not pull his hand away (Unless someone gives me more rations.....I guess I'll just let her finish....she does seem to be enjoying herself after all.....whatever it takes to keep her occupied.) he tells himself, realizing that if the adepts reaction was any indication he could very well be putting himself in severe danger, but he was not about to let caution get in the way of satisfying this poor woman, providing aid and escapism to one who has had a rather serious string of bad luck during the last few days.<br/><br/>Of course he would not simply sit there and let her savor his flavor without speaking "Whenever your satisfied Elanna, we can get moving, I'm sure we could find you a nice restaurant if you are still hungry." he tells her gently caressing her cheek while probing for more answers wondering if she would take him up on the offer, or if she would opt a reason to stay, indicating that she may prefer his own taste to a greater offer of delicious food.