<div class="floatright">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/3f/fe/3ffe2f332392f92c1bd437e292054f42.png?3109464)<br/>Nyci Nackle (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=768133)</div><br/>Nyci's head tilts when the human jumps beneath her hand. "What do you think I am, one of the drow?" She pauses before pressing her other hand against her face. With a soft sigh she kneels beside the woman, a hand sliding down Sophia's arm to wrap around her wrist. Gentle tugs bring Sophia's hand up to lightly press against her face in order to let the woman know that it wasn't a drow before her. "There... Not a drow!" With a soft tug she makes sure the woman's upright before lightly running her fingers along the rope burns crossing Sophia's wrists. "Can't do much about these..."<br/><br/>A small hand pats the woman upon her head before she heads to gather a bowl of gruel. Pressing the bowl into Sophia's hands she pats the human's head once more. "Make sure to eat up. The Stars know what our oh so wonderful hosts will do if you get sick or weak."<br/><br/>