The half-elf barely paused in her fletching, her attention focused on applying the glue to the freshly carved wooden shaft where the feathers of the quail she had brought down earlier would be attached.  It was only when she had finished with this current shaft, carefully placing the feathers on, did she look up to acknowledge the cleric and his orders.<strong>"Yes Sir,"</strong>she said simply, an unreadable expression on her features.  She wasn't about to argue; what Deon said made plenty of sense and<em>someone </em>needed to keep their wits about them in case the party was ambushed.  Somehow she doubted a hogtied barbarian or a scatterbrained elf would be much assistance - and Lune wouldn't trust the tiefling witch to spit on her if she were on fire, much less offer any real assistance.<br/><br/>Of course, Lune was near Misty but not for the reasons Deon had imagined or supposed.  In fact, if the cleric had taken a moment to consider what she had nearby - her sheathed dagger in the dirt, the pile of the coin necklaces neatly stacked and organized (of which Misty's neck was now bare),  and several full waterskins laying at her feet then her reasons were plain and obvious.  But like with everything that Lune did, there was an air of shrouded mystery to her and the half-elf did not bother explaining herself.<br/><br/>But there was a flash of jealousy as Deon possessively lay a hand on the bound female barbarian's ass, drawing a gagged grunt before it turned into a lusty moan as the soothing healing magic went through her, and then a flick of those eyes in the direction that Deon left - in search of Elora.<strong>"...what am I?  Chopped liver?"</strong>Lune muttered under her breath, after a moment where the cleric had stood.  Her own wounds had been tended to - Lune relying on no one but herself, the fresh dressings wrapped tightly and then carefully hidden underneath her armor.  And part of the half-elf wondered if she would have gotten more attention if the white dressings of her bandages had been more exposed.  Like, say, if she were wasn't dressed in her studded leather, but rather something that showed off her bandaged midriff...<br/><br/>The thought was shaken away with an irritated flick of her ears a moment later - though it did linger in the back of her mind despite her attempts to focus on the task at hand.  What foolishness!  Lune didn't have anyone she wanted to impress.  Or did she?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Much like Beatrice, Elora's side of the camp was neat and tidy.  Actually, there was a slight air of obsessiveness in how everything was organized in perfectly straight lines - from her neatly pressed bedroll to the folded garb she planned to wear for nightfall sitting on top of it.  Even her current 'clothes', the skimpy-looking chain hanging off the branch of a tall oak, was evenly spaced.  Deon could easily imagine the elf, fussing this way and that - wringing her hands and then putting them on her hips to examine her space with a critical eye and repeating this until she was satisfied.  In many ways, the elven paladin definitely seemed to enjoy being a homemaker.<br/><br/>Right now, Elora was bathing.  It was something the elf did every night if she could, and the cleric could hear her humming to herself as she washed her hair.  She was partially kneeling on the mossy ground, and did not seem to hear Deon approach somewhat stealthily to her campsite.  There was a bucket full of water, undoubtedly drawn from the nearby river and a thick bar of scented lye that Elora had insisted on purchasing the last time they had seen civilization.<br/><br/>From his vantage point, Deon's gaze could drink in the elf's pale skin - though she would soon be sporting tan lines if she intended to continue to wear her new 'armor' instead of her full plate.  Unless the cleric could convince his besotted elven lover that she needed a nice, healthy tan all over her entire body.  And deciding to have a little fun, Deon stalked carefully into the camp even as Elora continued to wash herself, oblivious to her surroundings, though 'Mehgen' and her steel shield were in easy reach.  Coming up to the branch, which held the skimpy chain, the cleric slipped it off before he cleared his throat loudly.<br/><br/>Immediately, Elora whirled at the sound - her hands flying up to her chest protectively to cover herself before her face slowly flushed, turning more and more red as she realized who it was.  Though that embarrassment did melt into a look of longing after a moment; she simply couldn't resist!  Deon was so handsome<em>and </em>he had come to see her!  The thought excited the elven paladin, making her heart skip a beat, for she had feared that her 'First Watch' had been lost for the day.  Still, things needed to be proper between them; therefore, a nearby towel was snatched and held in front to her give a touch of modesty, but not much since it was far too small to hide her curves in any meaningful way.  In fact, the dainty cloth only enhanced Elora's appeal because how tantalizingly close she was to being fully naked.<br/><br/><strong>"S-sir?!?"</strong>she sounded scandalized before her eyes fell upon the skimpy chain he had in his hands.<strong>"I ne-need tha-that!"</strong>And in an flash, the elven paladin was coming towards him - a look of outrage written all over her face.  And that look only deepened when the cleric simply raised his arm, dangling the chain from the tips of his fingers.   With his height, her skimpy armor was quite a bit of higher than she could easily reach as the elven paladin tried her best, hopping each time Deon would teasingly dangle it lower before jerking it out of her range again.  And the elven paldin seemed unaware of what a show she was giving Deon each time she did jump, her breasts bouncing up and down as the tiny towel lifted to reveal her naked body.<strong>"Gi-give i-it buh-back!"</strong>she stammered at the cleric, her face still red as a tomato as her other hand clutched the small towel in her front stubbornly - refusing to abandon her dignity completely.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Admittedly, if Lune had been lurking around nearby, she might have cynically pointed out that whatever dignity Elora might think she possessed - it covered about as much that towel did and was just about as effective.  Not that she was.  She definitely wasn't hiding in the nearby shadows, watching with a bit of undisguised envy.  No, she was simply going to river to refill the waterskins - having taken care of the ungrateful barbarian who had not been pleased that Lune wasn't willing to undo her bonds.  Indeed, it was just coincidence that Lune was passing through the areas and she didn't want to disturb to the two lovebirds.<br/><br/>At least not unless it got really annoying or something.