Slowly, ripping his feet loose with each step, Makanian moved over to stand over the one he had shot, smirking slightly.  Reaching into a pouch, he pulled a feather from it, dropping it into the puddle.  "Not QUITE the same as what I normally do," he muttered.  Slinging the crossbow back where it had come from, he turned in time to hear the comment.  One eyebrow came up, and he bowed deeply.  "Ah, but I can't help it.  Such a beautiful woman, one can't help but stare," he said with a smile.  "Introductions will have to wait, however," he said, reaching over and knocking the lid off the kettle with a brush of his hand.  The faint glow around his hands and feet faded, and he sagged slightly, wincing a moment.  "Gah.  NEVER will get used to letting those go like that," he grunted, glancing around.