Marric shakes her head- and shivers- as the elf's fingers brush her thigh.<br/><br/>"I... well... No?" The monk shakes her head and resists the urge to clamp her legs shut... it feels strange being on "display" to another person in this form, much less to someone she doesn't even know. "I just kinda... changed back earlier, since I was doin' a job in the mines... an' didn't change back till I got here with you..."<br/><br/>She bites her lips and scoots back just a little bit, looking down at the elf's androgynous form.<br/><br/>"W-well, I'm glad it's not harmful... an' I don't have a lover, so I might just have ta lock myself in the room at the ... oh..." The monk runs a hand through her hair as realization strikes. "I... the people at the inn might not even recognize me..."