Atelia continues to smile, pleased to be spending company with a celestial being - a pleasant change, all considered. She does, however, place one hand on Reaver's thigh - very carefully, to avoid being pricked, and gently rubs her, trying to soothe her a little. She fixes her look briefly on the other two, making sure they're under control, and is thankful for her grasp of Truenaming.<br/><br/>"I think some refreshments may be in order, how about you? I could really go for some elven bubbly or Celestial snow water, and I think my companions here would be more at ease with some kind of hideously toxic beverage, a Nine Hells cocktail or something to that effect. Are you thirsty, miss Illienia?"