Xen sighs with relief as she hears Aeryn's pleased response to the unlit, simple room.  She immediately 'closes' the door flap, shutting out the light almost completely with the stitched leather, its purpose little more than to block out daylight and insects.  The darkness is blinding for a moment, but soon Aeryn can make out where Aeryn is seated on the cot as her eyes adjust to the reduced light that pierces the dark and cool in little bars where the flap does not seal the door completely.  The elf seems not to have noticed the darkness, and stands watching Aeryn's eyes as the healer begins working at her boots.<br/><br/>The wood walls are cool, though, as Xen leans her face against the nearest, the smell of hewed wood, leather, and weapon oil filling her nostrils.  She steps up closer, then, blinking gently in appraisal of the healer, and extends one hand before her like one waving a priestly greeting.  Her long, strong fingers splay out and she places her palm on Aeryn's shoulder.  "Let me," she says firmly, but with no condescension nor harshness... only insistence, quieted by their closeness at the moment... with her hand, she urges the healer to lay prone on the cot.<br/><br/>She loosens the cuff from the young woman's calf with her fingertips, then with a careful twist-- the power of the woman could break the leg-- she eases the boot off gently before addressing its partner.  All the while, she seems to study the healer... her bold human features, her golden hair...