Xen watches her as she speaks, and when she hears of the wounding... this close, Aeryn can actually feel her heart quicken as her rage flares.  It is a powerful thing... surely a healer for battle has seen such rage before, but the elven woman contains it.  For the moment.  At the healer's request, to not hurt her?  She softens again, her eyes imploring Aeryn's.  The thought of hurting Aeryn herself, perhaps overly zealous in the throes of passion?  Hell, once she'd almost crushed a half-orc's head between her thighs, but... well, she was more mature than that now, right?  It was a little terrifying.  She watches as the girl drifts off to sleep, an answer still hanging unspoken on her lips.<br/><br/>Stroking gently with her fingertips, she savors the warmth of Aeryn's skin once more, drinks her in with her eyes, and kisses her cheek.  She then rises, drawing a blanket to the sleeping girl's breasts, and dresses hurriedly.  She opens the door, steps into the sunlight, and closes it behind... she sits, her armor once again heavy on her form... and places her back to the doorjamb.  Her axe whistles softly as she spikes it into the ground at her left side.  From her pack, she draws out her waterskin, and takes a long quaff of it... her body still thrums with the memory of such pleasure, and she idly hopes that the armor will keep it within.