Xen narrows her eyes and looks terribly confused.  "What?"  She shakes her head.  "I must be losing it... fine, no talk.  Forget the sand-swirling demon and the professions of love.  No problem."  She crouches before the human and, suddenly seeming self conscious, she brushes the sand from her hands and, with a scrap of fern, wipes the blood and venom from the pale flesh of Aeryn's shoulder.  She then eases the young woman up.  Though her strength is not failing yet, it seems that she's having a generally more difficult time doing so-- perhaps because she's lifting dead-weight now, but probably more that she is trying not to utterly... well, embrace... the topless young woman or disturb her trance.  She holds the young girl in both arms, this time, Aeryn's face at her neck and arms under her shoulders and thighs.  "Your cave is sounding mighty nice right now--"  she freezes in her tracks, watches the more mature elven woman with an embarrassed smile at the unintentional imagery.  "Let's... just go."