Ithi'Ka's face softens at that, and her rigid posture seems to droop.  She begins to laugh, softly and heartily, then covers her dark lips with her gloved hand.  "Really, Kasumi, I cannot understand... you fight like a mother tiger, but you hover over scrapes like a nursemaid."  She rubs at her eyes, seeming exhausted in the sleepless way that elves do, as if drawing closer to being inanimate rather than sleep-weary.<br/><br/>She tries to gesture Kasumi away from the magic-wound on her thigh, hides the embarrassment by turning her silver eyes away.  She swallows and rights herself, then draws a gold coin from her belt pouch.  "I have something to show you," she extends it toward the monk.  "I can't read it... can you identify this..?"