<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Natacia</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 28/28 (7 Nonlethal)AC: 13  CMD: 16  </div></div><br/><br/>Allowed a moment to rest, and bathed in the healing magic of her companion, Natacia finally lets the tension slip out of her form. She was afraid she would be rejected by her newfound friend after almost getting her killed, but it seems she was forgiven for her recklessness. She offers a bashful little smile "Well, perhaps when we've finally escaped from her." she grew a bit serious "But for now we've still got the others to try and rescue...and before that we need to recover some gear. I fear this lack of modesty might give others some...ideas." she says grimly.