Aeryn is making soft noises deep in her throat, a close a a human can come to purring while Xen coaxes the stiffness and soreness out of her foot.  "You're not all that far wrong, Love.  Healing isn't just what I do, a healer is what I am.  Even if I didn't have a single spark of my ability, semi-magical, semi-divine, whatever it it is.  I'd be wrapping wounds and setting bones as a true healer's assistant if I could."   She added with a grin "Except for the occasional field trip to check rumours of newly discoverd beasts and plants, of course."<br/><br/>She smiled slightly at the warning about the light-fingered little people.  "I set out some baubles from my trade goods, those are all gone.  I expected that.  But you're ri-i-ight..."  Her voice wavered slightly as she was pulled to her feet and held close.  "...I'll check my gear."<br/><br/>They were nearly the same height, but despite the best efforts of wind and sun, her innate powers kept her skin fair and soft.  But Xen, even that skin usually covered by armor was the same copper hue.  And scars, so many scars.  The human's bosom was noticeably larger, but softer than the elven woman's.  But their nipples were equally taut as they moved slightly against each other drawing those hard little nubbins of flesh across each others' skin.<em>How old are you?  you fight like a veteran.  The way you make love to me,it's damn certain I'm not you first woman.  Or your tenth.</em>Aeryn puts thoughts such as that aside with an inward shrug and kisses the elf as her hands move across her companions sleekly muscled back.