"Perhaps...perhaps not. You weren't<em>that</em>far from the Barrier...but never mind that..." She murmured, and spent the next few hours making slow, passionate love to the half-elf.<br/><br/>When morning came, Savyna would be woken by a baby lynx crawling into the tent curiously, sniffing at her and then, unless she stopped it, perching atop her chest to stare at her until she woke.