The soft skin of her throat jumped and twitched a little beneath his fingers as he stroked above and below the collar, and the nearness of his fingers seemed to swell the chorus of dark voice in her mind, making the elf flinch faintly. Her chin lifted, though, watching him as he worked the rope into the collar and bound it in a knot that her hand lifted to thoughtfully caress.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Garamond;">"Before we travel... I wish to dress."</span>Her eyes slid from his, gaze landing tellingly upon the crumpled mass of damaged cloth that was the gown he'd sliced from her body.