Thalia talking to her cougar allowed Glim to steal a casual look at her body. It was a pure curiosity at first: most of the bodies she remembered was dwarven, or male. She traced Thalia's lithe forms with her eye, felt the ribbons of torch light, as they reflected from her skin. Glim's heart lurched when Thalia's hand moved so close, inviting her animal to Glim, sparks of light on vellus hair making it so soft and mystic. She blushed and looked down, only to feel her body warming under silk dress, muscles singing achingly... and Ocelot pricking claws into her skin. Her eyes splayed... but the warmth in her body leaked somehow into her pain and blood which was now her focus, and she managed to only stare. Twitching when Thalia put a cushion in her lap.<br/><br/>Glim felt warmhearted and awkward from all the attention. The cat, quite heavy on her lap and pleasantly soft even thru the gown, looked at her with the ever-wondering and predatory stare the cats have, while she tried to stroke it, cautiously. She flashed a quick smile at Thalia, then peeked carefully to her other side to see how much attention Ocelot attracted to her. Realising that the room was full of officials, servants and other guests, she tried to look casual, registering what priestess just said.<br/><br/>She had a thought that the feline in her lap, staring at her, catching her every move, was somewhat intimidating, making her belong to the priestess somehow, but strangely she found she enjoyed it. Now that made her freeze, and she tried, with limited success, to conquer the feeling and remain social.<br/><br/>Under all the pressure, her mind barely registered what Thalia and Becca said, seeing more the pose, the grin which the Becca girl had, the lights, flicking on servants as they smirked. And contrariant, she only focused on the words as she heard Thalia, with pride, and some other meaning, talking about the<em>public</em>face of her cult.<br/><br/>Glim laughed as the little leopard in her lap started to play hide and catch with the flocks of her hair.<br/>"Thalia", she said merrily, trying to think of something to reply. She felt a moment of doom, like the one when she decided to arrive at this meeting uninvited. "I would like<em>very much</em>to see the place of your worship, and learn .. the crud of it.. I want to check my initial impressions of it", she adds, a bit more thoughtful then before.