Confused though she might have been, the Orkish woman didn't seem the slightest bit hesitant.<br/><br/>"Да."<br/><br/>With a flick of her natural wrist, the bodyguard pulled a slightly- musty blanket from a crate near the head of the cot, and flipped it over Amber. And, with a surprising show of finesse and balance, she actually went a step further, tucking the stripper in so that she wasn't laying her skin against the bigger woman's clockwork arm.<br/><br/>"I will stay. You rest- I have a feeling our boss has more tests for you later..." With a chuckle, the ork brushed her natural hand through the dryad's hair. And with an uncharacteristically impish grin, "You think you will be up for them in the morning? Or shall I find you kerchief before the meeting?"