She flushed at his words, then immediately shook her head and gave him a look of dry humor. "Not too comfortable, hmm?" She murmured as she settled herself comfortably in his arms. Lhurriel curled her bare legs over his hips, noting without difficulty the warmth of his body through his clothes, scratching gently against her skin.<br/><br/>Shivering as he carried her back to his room, Lhurriel tried not to feel self-conscious of his - and her - positions. With a hypersensitivity that was gained from the brand's pain, she noted how every time he took a step, his body swayed comfortably, pressing their bodies closer before the step was repeated, and they shifted just slightly. Though brand did indeed give her no little pain, the thief - now a Rogue, one of the Thirteen - found herself uncomfortably aroused, slumped comfortably in Amron's arms, and her cheeks flaming because she was aroused despite - or was it because of? - her pain.<br/><br/>"I can take a free bed, if you have one," she suggested when he put her down. "I wouldn't want to put you out of yours."