Eliza turns towards the perky voice, and does indeed wind up face to chest with the Aasimar, but thinking quickly she tilts just enough to hit the bust lightly with her cheek, then pauses, as if unsure what is going on. After the moment, she yanks back in apparent shock, looking up as though frightened.<br/><br/>"Ummm... H... Hi..?"<br/><br/>Her mind races for a brief moment, what clerical powers could she herself conjure up..? She could figure out just how "Favored" the Aasimar was with her deity if she saw a few spells...<br/><br/>"I... I'm Eliza... Eliza Mathrem... I'll be joining you.. all... on your journey."