Welcoming the offer of a bath, Kahlil rose to her feet, if a bit unsteadily, then reached for his hand, tugging him up to join her.  It was strange to hear him speak so uncertainly... strange and unsettling, for this was not the strong male who had whipped her and fucked her with such art.  She knew that she should still hate him, should be more than willing to take him to the high elven council to be placed at their mercy; but something had changed, in himself and in her.<br/><br/>"Tell me, Drizzt.  Why have you changed your mind?  What did I do that could possibly turn you so?  Am I the first elf to be brought under your heel?"  He would see the confusion in her eyes, hear it in her voice.  She was not accusing; she simply wondered.