<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia looks at Tivyrne in concern, stepping slightly closer though still trying to keep her distance. “In case who comes back?” She asks, her hand reaching for the other woman, to give comfort in some small way. Her hand falls before she makes contact, unsure if it would cause more distress than ease her pain. “And what burns?”<br/><br/>She moves to a nearby tree as she speaks and leans on it herself, arms folded across her chest and one foot on the tree. “There’s just us here right now, so feel free to talk. It isn’t good to bottle things up inside. Believe me I know… Though I don’t really have a lot of control over when they come out.” She chuckles slightly, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight as she looks at the woman before her. “But I do try, hence why I’m not black and blue for people knocking me senseless for my inappropriate outbursts. But they do have to come out, so whatever is bothering you now, or whatever it is you’re feeling… let it out, I won’t judge.”