The coppery-skinned elf's hands go still a moment, holding a boot in each hand... she looks away, a guilty flush coming to her cheeks as she finds her own designs less than scrupulous.  Shifting her eyes a bit back and forth, she resumes and sets Aeryn's boots at the foot of the bed.  "Yes, I'm sure," she says flatly.  "Best not to think on it."<br/><br/>She refocuses her attention on the young human, her strong hands cupping first one foot the way she once did her older brothers and sisters before... well, before.  She places one thumb at the pad of Aeryn's foot, rolling it in a smooth circle while gently squeezing and releasing the arch of her foot just above her toes.  One hand, then, glides over her Achilles tendon and up the back of her shin, where it begins to smoothly knead her supple calf.  The angular featured elf-- all hard knots of muscle on exotically long limbs-- massages the lower leg and foot with restrained strength and tenderness, though perhaps without the anatomical expertise of a real healer.  Her hand delves into the loose cuff of the pants, still wrinkled from where the loose foot had been tucked into her boots.<br/><br/>Through this much, she has stopped speaking, and with casual insistence pauses long enough to reach for the fastenings of the girl's breeches.  Nothing in her demeanor is aggressive or rough, and only the slightest hint of hesitation gives a clue that this could be more than a routine, platonic gesture.