<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/>"It's Mephis," The dhampir responded, after hearing Ionli's voice. She was speaking through the door at first, but she opened it just enough to slip inside as she continued to speak. "I thought you might want some dinner... or I suppose it's more like breakfast, given the time?"<br/><br/>Of course, she hadn't missed the tone in the aasimar's voice as the other woman spoke, that lovely little note of shame and nervousness that always showed up when someone was interrupted during a more intimate moment... Opening the door also brought the scent of the room to her nose, and there was just a slight trace of sex in the air, just enough to really bring out her hunger. The dhampir's eyes were once more glowing noticeably with her arousal as she quietly slid into the room, though she did still have the presence of mind to make sure that the door was properly shut behind her before doing anything else.<br/><br/>"I was planning to make a simple chicken stew, at first, but Alana stepped up to help me and we were able to make something a bit more substantial together," Mephis explained, finding a small bedside table to set the plate down on. It was still a simple meal, but the chicken meat was properly roasted and seasoned with spices, and the vegetables had been made into a vegetable soup that was held in a small bowl. Add in a serving of Hiroshi's rice, and it made for an almost high-class three course meal. Of course, Mephis herself had her attention on the main course set out before her, still kept tantalizingly hidden behind those bedsheets... "Are you still feeling unwell at the moment, Ionli? You look rather... flushed."<br/><br/>Rather than waiting for an invitation, the dhampir sat on the side of the bed on her own initiative, reaching out now that both hands were free and cupping the aasimar's cheek with one hand. As she did, she looked directly into those beautiful, jewel-like eyes once more, and found herself gently biting her lower lip. She flushed a little herself, and brought her other hand up to rest on the other woman's forehead.<br/><br/>"Prestidigitation." Using the same incantation that she had made earlier that night, Mephis once again lowered the temperature of both of her hands, giving herself that cool, soothing touch once more. "Does this help? I know you're not dealing with the same sort of problem as before, admittedly... Depending on what the issue is, I might be able to do a little more to help."<br/><br/>There was a definite, strong urge to just lean in and kiss Ionli and then go from there... but Mephis held herself back for now. It would be better to ease into this, rather than coming on strong from the very start.