“I bet you can’t wait to work here. No walking, just standing in a tent all day with a endless stream of bruises and cuts to see to,” Xen mocks you, gripping your foot in both hands and drawing each thumbs across, starting at the centre working to the edges. “But for now we have a long journey ahead of us, so I think I’m going to be getting a lot of practice,”<br/>The elf continues to smile at your comment on the wound. “I told you they couldn’t be trusted. Not that I’m saying we shouldn’t go to this desert place, just that we should check all our stuff, least some of its missing,” the barbarian warns, raising her head to watch you as you begin to strip.<br/>With your fingers reaching for her hair, the barbarian starts to loosen the strap on her own armour, but abandons the attempt when you begin to do so yourself, allowing you to remove the thick layer of grey, wrinkled hide but volunteering to remove the stained shirt below. Bare-chested the elf moves closer to you, one arm grips your waist and the other your shoulder and with only a slight exertion of effort Xen lifts you into a stand position. “Of course I will come with you,” she speaks, still holding you, your exposed breasts rubbing against each others’.