<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/>"Ha!"  Ionli winced at her own surprised outburst of amusement thanks to Thistle's play on words, smiling despite the way her head ached at the moment.  "Yes, I guess they can hurt at that."  Her attention was drawn to Mephis, the slave girl pale of skin and hair having aided them in the defense of the caravan as well, from what she recalled.  "If it wouldn't be a bother."  Then she turned very red indeed, almost seeming to glow she was blushing so brightly, as the voluptuous young woman pressed against her, the only thing sparing her from further embarrassment the fact she was wearing her armor.  A fact a tiny part of her lamented briefly before it was ruthlessly squashed.<br/><br/>"Th-th-thank you, M-Mephis," she stammered, unable to help it, having not become accustomed to such things yet.  She'd grown up mostly isolated, after all, and the attention of such an attractive person had her feeling hot and flustered all over again.  "Th-that feels, um, very nice."  She found herself leaning into the other woman's touch a bit, sighing out her relief.  The fact Mephis smelled nice and her hand was soft may have also contributed to her sense of comfort, not that she'd say something like that aloud of course.  "If you ever need anything, Mephis, please don't be afraid to ask."  The flush had died down some, the aasimar smiling at the slave girl kindly.  "Now, much as it's helped, I wouldn't wanna hog your attention to myself."  Liar.  No, bad girl, heel!<br/><br/>"It really does wonders, after all."  A sudden urge that felt quite bold struck her, and she decided to go with it.  She reached up to gently remove the half-elf's hand from her brow, bringing it down to her lips so she could press a kiss to Mephis's knuckles, a little thrill jolting through Ionli for having done something so forward, at least in her own estimation.  "Again, thank you.  My head feels much better."  As much as she wanted to keep holding her hand, the cleric let her go reluctantly, looking to Thistle with that same, kind smile.  "If it works as well for back pains as it does for headaches, you're in good hands."  Soft, kind hands—stop it!