To say that Amber's sudden moment of weakness caught the bodyguard off guard would be a bit of an understatement. One moment, Ira was holding onto a wriggling, euphoric fuck-bunny; the next, she was doing her best to calm down a woman who had just realized how vulnerable she really was in her new life.<br/><br/>And while the stress seemed to make the ork forget English for a moment, and she began questioning the dancer in rapid fire Russian, her body language was more than capable of making her intentions clear. As easily as if she were handling a doll, Ira switched her grip on Amber and cradled the bunny-girl against her chest, arms wrapping protectively around the dryad's slight frame. And while there wasn't room to lay down beside the dancer on the attic's small cot, Ira managed to lay herself down and still hold Amber in place on top of her, nuzzling the small woman's cheek against her breasts and running her natural fingers through the dryad's hair.<br/><br/>"Shshshsh, " she murmured, stroking slowly and gently in spite of the mess on her fingers. "All will be OK... You are in good hands, I promise..."