<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maelynn Swallowtail<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Johanna, Open<br/><br/>The butterfly-girl had by now brought her blonde savior into the relative warmth of the room and practically slammed the door shut. "Um.. me?" The question obviously caught her off guard. Especially since her hands had strayed to the frail strings holding the front of Johanna's dressing gown. Somehow, with a force of will she never knew she possessed, Maelynn brought her hands behind her own back and held them there tightly, lest her pheromone-addled instincts bring the two of them to a phase of fivesisterhood at which neither were quite yet ready to arrive. "Just... concerned for you." Her wings curled and her antennae flinched again, but she still managed some semblance of control.