Cayn waits patiently while she goes about changing.  He'd stand where he was, even with the pink boots.  His eyes fell down to them once again, sighing as he did so.  Why would she do such a foul thing?  Pink?  He'd watch when she came out, as she walked gingerly.  "Here," he said, pulling out a small vial from a pouch at his belt.  "A healing potion.  Made from herbs and the like.  None of which are found still on this world."  He laughed but waited to see if she'd drink it or not.<br/><br/>Assuming she did, the healing magic would assist with the minor aches and pains, causing tenderness to fall away and other such problems to quickly disappear.  "Pick where you wish to walk Liz," Cayn said.  "The entire place is open to us.  There are none that would dare disturb you this day."  Cayn's smile was a touch on the dangerous side, but it was a protectiveness he had for her.