<em>She doesn't protest or withdraw, though as the motes of white light flow from Celie's hand and over the elf's lithe body and into her wounds, she shivers a little, maybe a little bit pleasurably, though her tone still has more than a hint of formality in it.<br/><br/>"Thank you."<br/><br/>If she notices the blush, she doesn't make much of it. The tiefling smiles wanly at their new friend, shrugging, though she looks once at the aasimar, smiling a little. For her part, Alise smiles a tad modestly, still fascinated by the ranger's wings.<br/><br/>"Thanks... but... I mean, as honored as I am, they're a bit... well, imprecise. I mean... it led us here, but I get a sense of another place... very... very different from here. Dark, gaping, endless, almost. Maybe the Abyss. I don't know for sure. But we're supposed to have come here to find something... I... I'm not quite sure what, though. I think it's symbolic... I think..."<br/><br/>She tilts her head to the side, staring at Celie, uncertain.<br/><br/>"Maybe... we're supposed to be looking for </em>you<em>."</em>