"Changeling," Serra whispered.  She'd never met one, that she knew of anyways.<br/><br/>She shook her head and stepped back, away from Doxi, "No, no... I can't.  What you're asking of me...."  She seemed not shy, but uncertain.  As if what she thought and what she wanted might be two different things all together.  She turned away from Doxi, the blush from her face now gone... she wasn't embarassed any longer, just... unsure.