Aeryn is almost purring by this point her head has dropped back slightly between her shoulders "Xen, that's marvelous.  I, yip!  I love that, I've given lots of rubdowns, so seldom ever got one."  Her head lifts and she watches the elf with a half smile on her lips.<em>How old are you,</em>she wonders.  The barbarian seems to lack some of the effortless poise of the elves she knew back home.  What she thought of as home, anyway.<br/><br/>"Liquid steel."  Aeryn murmurs, then makes a vague motion with one hand. "The way you move . Graceful power, I mean."<em>The way those muscles slide under your skin, the way your hands glide over my skin.</em>That blush, the Healer smiles more broadly as her hips lift to ease Xen's removal of her trousers.  She finds herself waking up more and more.  She will pay for the lack of rest tomorrow, but whatever.  What she thinks she sees in Xen's eyes is interesting.