<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/>Ionli's flush had deepened when she heard Mephis respond, wanting to just hide beneath the sheets and never come out again.  Despite this desire, she managed to keep herself from pulling the sheets up any higher than she already had, though she kept a tight grip on them with the hand she wasn't currently hiding as well due to the shame she currently felt over what she'd been doing.<br/><br/>"Y-you didn't, um, have to," she said, eyes lowering to the sheets she was clutching so tightly over her lap, not realizing her "secret" wasn't much of one at all.  For one thing the smell was hard not to recognize for someone like the pale skinned, red eyed beauty that had just entered the room with her.  Then there was the fact the thin cloth of her night shirt did nothing to hide the fact her nipples were very much at attention.  Speaking of which, the heavy armor she wore had done much to hide the aasimar's now quite obvious charms.  Her breasts, rising and falling with every breath, weren't especially large but neither were they small, instead resting in a comfortable middle ground; perky, round, and aching to be touched.  The cleric was all toned muscle accented by supple curves, long years of helping her father in the forge and her time as an adventurer having done wonders for her figure it seemed.<br/><br/>"W-wait—"  She meant to protest when Mephis stepped closer, startled by how swiftly the other woman had invaded her space, sitting on the bed and reaching out to her face, but she found herself unable to argue against the half elf's presence when she seemed so concerned for her.  The familiar touch upon her brow caused her to twitch, having to fight not to shy away.  Mephis was just worried about her, she shouldn't be acting like she didn't want her here.  A part of her she didn't want to acknowledge, meanwhile, was very glad to see the crimson eyed slave, one that welcomed her touch.<br/><br/>"I-I'm fine."  The lie would be fairly obvious, the quavering note to her voice speaking volumes.  "Just... I'm..."  She tried to come up with an excuse, but she'd never been very good at lying, her lack of meaningful interaction with her peers as she grew up having limited her social skills greatly, including any real ability to deceive others.  The truth, then, but not all of it, would serve her better here.  "It's... the camp... the fight."  She couldn't look away from those eyes, which held her own ruby gaze captive as she tried to assuage her new companion's concerns.  "I can't get it out of my head."  She really couldn't.  Those poor women, the adventurer Buga had brutalized, they danced through her head alongside visions of a past that wasn't hers.  "I..."