The little fox permitted the drow to touch her chin, though her ears flicked back, and she snuffled her damp nose into the woman's palm. It was unusual for the sorceress to have guests this far up the Spire -- especially so that they should be unaccompanied by the sorceress herself -- but the nonchalance with which the strangers had strolled into the chamber suggested they had permission, and it was impossible to wander into the tower uninvited, so...<br/><br/>Miss the dark elf? Aza's bluish eyes narrowed as if to say<em>no, not really, should I have?</em>And then the woman's scent snagged a time and a place from the depths of the fox's memories, and she blinked, pushing herself up into a 'sit.' Well. The girl had grown. But then, so had Aza. The fox looked over the drow's shoulder at the two men that had begun to rifle through the sorceress's belongings, the tilt of her head saying<em>And who are your friends?</em>Bodyguards, perhaps? As Aza seemed to recall, drow did not tend to bother with human accessories, often being quite lethal themselves. But Sae'Ka had the access and the resources to acquire such things. Maybe she meant to sell the men to the sorceress. Maybe the sorceress wanted a private display of their abilities first. It would not have been the most remarkable thing Aza had witnessed in this chamber -- she could confirm a few of Donovan's suspicions about that, should he ask -- but it was about to disrupt her beauty sleep.