Mylanna's feelings of regret lessen as the search proceeds, especially after discovering the boots, and their function.  It semed likely to her that this had been going on for some time, until he was overcome by greed.  She wondered if it was the curse that warped his mind so, or if he had been like that before, and the curse only made it worse.  She would probably never know, nor how and when he became afflicted.<br/><br/>Once all the items had been gathered and separated, she showed but minute interest in the boots.  Her own skills as a ranger precluded any real interest in these, and she already owned two pair that she found useful.  The only item that seemed to really hold her eyes was the anklet.  She was not given to wear jewelry or anything really flashy, and the anklet wasn't even magical, yet something about it called to her.  With the items 'up for grabs' and her interest based on the intrinsic value of the object, she takes it.  Removing her boot, she slips it onto her ankle, wiggling her foot to watch it sparkle.  She looks to Yuria with a girlish expression and gives a soft giggle, momentarily as entertained as any cat with a new toy.<br/><br/>When th guards arrive and glance her way, she is surprised by the looks she gets, expecting them to be out f sorts where she was concerned, given her affliction.  She gives little thought to her bare legs, having not left to retrieve the rest of her gear.  Once the guards leave, she listens to Yuria, breathing a sigh of relief that Lars was not only unhurt, but evidently not even harmed by his encounter.  When Yuria invites her into her home, Mylanna shares her thoughts, "I will not accept your invitation on the basis of you feeling you owe me anything.  If you had not come after me, we might never have met, and that would be a tragedy.  If you had not taken me into custody AND taken the time to listen to me, the werewolf might have attacked many more, and it would have taken longer to track him down.  Whatever it might have seemed at the time, these were fortuitous events for both of us..."  Stepping towards Yuria, she reaches out for her hands before continuing, "if, on the other hand, you are inviting me into your home for yourself personally, as a friend, then I would greatly like to accept the invitation.. with one warning.. I find you HIGHLY alluring.. intoxicating..  and I will do what I can to have you take me into your bed..."