<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>“Stop worrying about my wound. There’s a healer back at camp. She’ll be able to heal me up good as new in no time.” says Tavia, her hand reaching out to tilt Tivyrne’s chin up in order to look into her eyes. She steps closer to the other woman, her body only inches away. “Your wound on the other hand seems to run a lot deeper, and the sooner you let someone look at it the sooner you’ll get better.” She shivers slightly as a tingling sensation moves through her stomach, the movement barely noticeable as she strokes Tivyrne’s jaw line with her finger.<br/><br/>Feeling her cheeks flare with heat at the realisation of her actions she lets her hand drop back to her side and steps away, glad that the darkness covers her blush.<em>Gods if just a touch can make me feel like that, then what would…?</em>She shakes her head to try and dislodge her thoughts from that path.<em>Besides, she might not… </em>She shakes her head again, harder this time. She sighs as she takes another half step back, “I’ll hold you to your tale you know. It seems like you need to talk, and I’d like to get to know you better. Now we really should be getting back to the camp. We’ve been away long enough.”