She giggled and held a palm up while she ran her tongue along her upper lip to collect the froth.<br/><br/>"Oh sorry, I did mark what you said earlier...I just meant the forge you work at," Aura grinned, but inwardly she felt just slightly bad. It'd occurred to her that Myrna might take her to mean one she owned and not one she worked at, and Aura'd gotten a sense that Myrna was hoping to own one or even used to at home, so she hope she hadn't rubbed against a bad memory or a chink in her pride. "I'm sure you'll have your own one day," she added, feeling a bit lame. Maybe Myrna was right anyway, and she<em>was</em>'fuzzed'.<br/><br/>She took another long drink, to catch up with the dwarf, and to maybe hide a slight blush to her cheeks at that moment. "Don't suppose a dwarf would carry a torch? I haven't been. Been using the stars. In the woods I'm loathe to set a tree alight, and on the road I try not to be very visible if I must travel after dark. I am, indeed, not used to going about a town."<br/>