<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Helia Plum-Tail<br/><strong>Size:</strong>5'9 163 lbs<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Street outside the bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong>the present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lesslie, open<br/><br/>Helia rose a brow as the woman almost comedically slipped and bumbled around from the mere touch of her shoulder. Had the reptilian elf not been there to prop her up the girl would likely be rolling through the mud right now. As such Helia didn't mind having the girl cling to her so desperately, even gently pressed a hand to her back to help get her upright again. When the woman asked if she was ok Helia gave a curt shake of her head, "No not really, it's cold and wet and I can feel my blood flow starting to become sluggish...but that's not really your fault" Helia murmured matter of factly, her long tail winding itself around her leg in an attempt to maintain what body heat she could in this down pour.<br/><br/>When the woman apologized Helia simply gave her a dismissive shake of the head, "It's fine I think..." she said, not wanting to speak for the others back at the bar. For all she knew they could all be massively offended by the woman's sudden departure, Helia on the other hand just thought it was weird, not necessarily offensive. When she mentioned paying her back Helia cocked her head in confusion, clearly not understanding what she meant, "why would you pay me? This is already your property" she asked, something that could be mistaken for a snarky joke if her quizzical expression didn't seem so genuine. Gazing up at the shop the shorter woman pointed out Helia stared at it for a moment before nodding, "Rorik's shop of wonders, got it..." she muttered, wondering what kind of things a wonder shop sold...she imagined they must be rather wonderful at the very least.<br/><br/>With the cloak delivered Helia was about to turn to head back, but stopped when the woman mentioned her needing something else...hmmmm? Something else she needed? Well she didn't really NEED anything from this woman she figured...but there was one thing that seemed to scratch at her mind, "Well...I think you can probably try to be more courageous...or I guess honest with yourself is a better way to put it..." Helia suddenly said, seeming to bring the topic up out of no where, "There are a lot of people who don't have the freedom to do as they please, not even something as simple as going to tavern to meet friends. You shouldn't waste the freedom you have by holding yourself back, otherwise those without it will think you're wasting it..." She explained.<br/><br/>Though they weren't exactly her own words of wisdom, more paraphrasing something an old "friend" used to say. Because of her close ties to the mistress, Helia had always been given more freedom and privileges than the other slaves, however despite that she used to mostly stick to her own room and never leave or try to make use of the slack that was given to her. At first she thought it was a good thing, that she wasn't flaunting her privileges in front of the others, but as it turned out the other slaves had hated her even more for it. As one of the girls explained it, the fact that she didn't use her extra freedom made the others feel like it was being wasted, like she was getting special treatment and couldn't be bothered to take advantage of it, as if the thing they all pined for wasn't even important to begin with. It was as if freedom itself was a limited resource that was being burnt up on doing nothing. She wasn't sure how much she really agreed with it, nor did she know if it even really applied in this world, but it seemed like a wise thing to say in the moment, "Then again it's not like those people are in a position to do anything about it anyways...so I guess it might not really matter in the end..." Helia mused, seeming to be half talking to herself at this point, and with that rather muddled life lesson Helia turned and took her leave, "Bye Rorik" she said, waving goodbye to the purple haired girl with the tip of her tail, but otherwise not looking back.