<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>“That’s very true. And going by my reactions, you know I’m full of heart.” Tavia laughs slightly, shaking her hair out of her face. “As for being a stranger… You don’t seem to be keeping a whole village in some sort of prison, and you don’t have scales…“ She looks at the other woman from the corner of her eye, remembering her first encounter.  Clad in a very lose shirt and nothing else, it left nothing, or everything, to the imagination. “Or at least none that I saw, so that makes you ok in my books.”<br/><br/>Standing up she lifts her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders in a long stretch. Then groaning a little in both pleasure and pain she arches her back, trying to loosen it a little. The wreck of the ship and her time in the sea, not to mention her sulking, had left her feeling knotted and tense and far too tired for any kind of work, but she knew she had do something otherwise survival was slim.<br/><br/>“Well, I’m sure that didn’t help my muscles any, but I feel better for it so I guess that’s something.” She said, turning and offering a hand to TIvyrne. “Shall we stop being so reclusive and join the others? Get some work done and see if we can survive the night?”<br/>