Aura exhaled in relief. It was good to have someone she could blather to, after so long on the road, alone, one life behind her, possibly forever, and who-knew-what ahead.<br/><br/>She bit her tongue against a giggle, and glanced down at her own chest. She'd always fancied herself ample by elven standards, but, in comparison to the she-dwarf....suddenly Aura had a flash of naughty curiosity, and had to bite her tongue harder.<br/><br/>She smirked and mock-swung on the heels of Myrna's anticipating dodge, which thus became a miniature self-fulfilling prophecy; her  palm lightly raked over the shoulder of the dwarf's armor and the tips of her hair again. The elf found herself admiring the color once again, and mentally comparing herself in this way too. Her own was finer and yielded from a passing hand like water, whereas Myrna's mead-colored hair was much more tactile somehow, tickling her sensitive fingertips.<br/><br/>"An inhibition of my inhibitions, is it, then?" she reflected, smacking her lips to the lingering aftertaste of the Mermaid mead. She looked out by Myrna's lantern-light for the tavern itself ahead. "I daresay my tongue's not been loosened or lapped like this in a long long while."