Xen shakes her head slowly, one eye cocked as she turns her gaze from one of them to the next.  Her eyes linger on Aeryn's and, for a moment, it's very clear that there's something else entirely in her mind than wood nymphs and satyr-cocks.  Xen tilts her face away and clears her throat.  "If you need my help, I'll help... but I want this Hassarf-thing."  She looks between Morgan and Aeryn again.  "I'll leave the decision to you, but we allies... we need<em>warriors.</em>"