She listens as you tell your tale, telling of how and why you did what you did, about your past and history, and your adamant claims, however passively or subtly put, of innocence and true goodness.  There's the faintest hint of a smile on her face as you tell of your likings of men and women, and just how much you enjoy women so.  She does seem... understanding, perhaps, as you tell of your concerns, restraint and self-denial, and voice further reason as to why you would not have been the one to murder the merchant lord.  Moments pass in silence, the metered tapping of her foot the only sound in the dank cell block at all as your tears fall from your eyes.<br/><br/>"Either you're the best liar I've ever met, or you're truly the sweet, good girl that you claim to be." she finally says, leaning forward and  putting her arms on her knees as they remained crossed "I'm inclined to believe the latter; not even the best liars can fake tears like you're making.  Still, I can't prove whether or not you're guilty, and I can't let you go... but I must say it's rather refreshing to listen to you..."<br/><br/>She actually sends a smile your way, an honest sort of one, even in spite of the circumstances you are currently in.   She's not antagonizing you in the slightest.<br/><br/>"It's been a<em>long</em>time since I've heard such a tale... for your many years of life, you're still such an innocent, kind-hearted elven lass... reminds an old knight like me of times<em>long</em>past." she continues, a short, melodious chuckle leaving her lips "Honorable too, if you truly deny yourself such pleasure for the safety of others.  I don't know if I could have done the same in your position, but I guess I've never had your blessing... or your curse."<br/><br/>She stands up, moves forward, and kneels in front of the heavy barred gate, smoothing out her skirt as her armor on her boots clanks and scrapes against the ground.  She's still smiling at you, her arms in her lap now, a look of understanding and sympathy in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Women are quite beautiful, are they not though?  Especially the young maidens ripe for marriage... so flexible and simply delicious, are they not?" she seems to purr softly, sensuously as she looks upon you "It's a shame though... despite my faith upholding beauty, love, and passion, I've had naught but seven lovers in my many years of life, five of which I've paid for with gold, one of which was a man simply for the experience and again paid with a gold, and the last didn't last long at all..."<br/><br/>Her smile fades, now gazing into your eyes with a look of knowing, deep sadness, empathizing with you wholly, it would seem.<br/><br/>"You... are not the only one with a secret that they hide... one that keeps them from finding a lover proper, though mine's not for the sake of safety and stigma." she says, softly, sadly "My mother was a nymph, as I'm sure you may have figured or fathomed, my father a human man, and neither I've met nor known.  Though I am so very beautiful, and shall live longer than any human shall... fey blood mixed with human blood has... side effects.  My blood is one, for it mimics the effects of alchemical silver, the same used to defeat your kind's magical toughness, which is why I am tasked with hunting down werewolves and the like; I am immune to the disease, the curse, and the blessing, whatever you shall call it... but my other side effect of my mixed blood... is not so good..."<br/><br/>She pauses, not sure if she should tell you any more, and indeed...<br/><br/>"I... would rather not say what it is, but it is a deformity nonetheless; a corruption of my visage of perfect beauty and body." she finishes, glancing away briefly before locking eyes with you again "It is problematic though, a hindrance in finding a proper lover and allowing me to enjoy another fully and truly.  You and I... we are not so different, in that respect, it would seem..."