<strong>Captain Akket's quarters</strong><br/><br/>The healer flops back almost bonelessly, content to allow the barbarian to pull her footgear free. "Good to get those off,"  she whispers, "My feet are numb, my calves are burning.  II can't believe how much those cost me to have made, they fit m feet like gloves. Gods help me if I had been wearing trash boots today."<br/><br/>She returns Xen's study from half closed eyes.  The firm touch of the woman's hands on her lower legs, warm weapon-callused hands, she isn't drifting right off to sleep to her surprise.  She glances around the room, finds italmost compulsively neat.  the half-Orc captain sets an example for his men, it seems.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Xenathiel.  For everything.  That red man, Gaia knows what he has in mind for me.  Or no, he did say his master sent him, told him where to find me, did he not?  I wonder what he wants with me."  She is developing some rather disturbing speculations that way, but keeps them to herself.