She flushed, but her smile softened into an embarrassed grin, her self-consciousness getting the better of her as she reached up to smooth down her tousled hair. It was mussed and gently tangled, and made her look as if she had spent the night being well-fucked. Lhurriel opened her mouth to respond, but shivered and squeaked in surprise when Amron pulled the blanket away, leaving her bare from mid-thigh and up. She resisted the instinctive urge to press her thighs together to hide herself. It felt strange, being naked in front of the Lord of Thieves, a man she had long admired from reputation, even having never seen his face.<br/><br/>It also felt more than a bit odd, having him stare at her with that amused smile and knowing look in his eyes.<br/><br/>"I'm ready to go to work," she insisted, trying to get up. As soon as she moved and tried to pull a knee underneath her to get up, she stiffened and mewled in pain, and carefully lay back down on the bed as searing heat flared anew in her lower back. "Or not..." She whispered, flushing from humiliation.<br/><br/>"You should go, though... if you've work. You must be busy, much of the time," she tried to say with a slightly smile.