<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Z1PqKiV.png)<br/><strong>Ye'me</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14165511#msg14165511)</div></div>Ye'me stared at Gil. The copper piece finally dropped. Hit right in the tits. Protect those. Ye'me started and finally realized - Gil was a woman. He felt a deep sense of shame for assuming that Gil was just another feminine man that seemed far too common in these parts. "Yes ma'am." He said, putting on his prettiest smile as the halfling tugged at his metallic loin cloth, his permissive look saying that she could tug all she liked. "I'll help all I can to keep you safe and comfortable." He said, wincing and rubbing his stomach as the novelty of a new bellybutton piercing wore off a little and the pain returned. He didn't want to admit he hadn't realized she was a woman. Obviously, women could dress however they liked and there was no shame in a woman dressing like Gil. It was Ye'me's fault for not realizing it! He'd just have to make up for it by treating her with even more respect now!<br/><br/>Ye'me just gave Arrian a pout as he asked if anyone needed healing. Obviously, Ye'me thought, I do! But for some reason the light-haired man didn't see fit to give it to Ye'me, and so the barbarian let it go. Which is to say he pouted adorably and slowly tried to get to his feet, wincing and perhaps making a slightly bigger show of the pain than necessary - not that it didn't hurt quite a lot. Passive aggressive guilt trips were the masculine way, after all.<br/><br/>Ye'me listened to the tale of the Dark One, gulping nervously. His sisters had always teased him that his silly dreams of being more than a tent-husband for whatever Amazon woman claimed him best would make the Dark One come eat him. Not wanting to admit that he was starting to worry this was his fault for not staying at home like a good man should, he nervously reapplied his lipstick and checked his hair in the mirror. Sure, sure, his unacceptably feminine behavior<em>probably</em>wasn't the cause of this. But why take chances? He glanced down at his armor. It was about as skimpy as pretty as could be, right? Surely he was masculine enough even with his unorthodox choice of career? He gulped a little nervously again, trying to tell himself this couldn't be his fault. Could it?