The held lantern's light twinkled off Aura's crystal blue eyes as they watched her companion's hair sway with the adjustments. She enjoyed the shade and long straightness, like spun gold from a loom in a certain fairy tale. She studied the unfamiliar - Dwarven presumably - runes on the little metal bands. She idly wished to play with one, or hold it on her own hand, maybe even try it in her own long bronze-blonde hair.<br/><br/>Aura smiled. "Oh, it's fine! You're kind to say so though." She barely kissed Myrna's forehead, then realizing it might be interpreted as having something to do with height, kissed her cheek. She wondered if she'd have dared to at all without drink in her, though the nature of the giddiness in her head seemed to be be shifting now. "It's a fair point. It's the fitted chain shirt under the overshirt, and the, uh...restraining layer under that. Haha, I remember his face the first time he sa- and, uh, compared to some of these human women or to<em>you</em>..."<br/><br/>She playfully tapped a fingernail off Myrna's breastplate, mentally unarmoring her as she'd been before going up, and wondering if she'd get bold or tipsy enough to offer to help the dwarf shell herself.