Xen stiffens a bit at the surprising methods the healer employs.... the embrace giving her a moment's pause before she turns her face away.  Then, without complaint, she yields to the embrace and encircles an arm around the young woman in return  The leather padding and steel studs of her gauntlets and armor prevent her from fully feeling much of that warmth, which is a frustration.  She shivers slightly as the young woman pulls away, some of the challenging fierceness in her alien eyes having given way to a curious intensity.  When the human draws away, she perceptibly shivers and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.  "Um..."  she turns slightly away, looks toward the mouth of the cave. "Th- Thank you," she manages.  Her inner voice is cursing her own stupidity, her lack of knowing how to respond.<br/><br/>There's also the fierce temptation to simply take what she wants by whatever means she chooses.  She has tried not to listen to that voice when dealing with other elves and humans... well, not often, anyway.  The last time she did she was run out of camp by a dozen spear-wielding, angry wives and husbands.