Aeryn groans with relief as her boots come off with the blissful surprise of the massage.    She giggles at the kiss on her small wound, and curls, then flexes her toes while the barbarian kneads the stiffness and soreness away.  She slowly unbuckles her armor and slides it over her head, following that with languidly pulling off the cotton shirt she wears beneath it.  Not exactly a strip-tease baring of her upper body, but more sensual than merely undressing.<br/><br/>"That damned dart wound, or whatever the little beggar stuck me with still itches."  The healer leans forward slightly and runs her hands through along Xen's braids.  A moment of slow caresses along the elven woman's head and face, then her hands drop to her companion's shoulders and begin undoing the upper catches of Xen's armor.  Her worries about the future - and she has many, the security of the promised escort from Chastley reassures her, but the responsibility she will carry for the soldier's lives will be yet another burden - are fading into the background.  "You don't have to come with me after this man.  The fact that you will means more to me than I can say."