Revah protested faintly, certain that the girl would catch her own death of cold in her provacatively low cut top and form fitting leggings.  Girl, she didn't seem much younger than Revah herself and begaved much more wisely than Revah herself had over the last few days.  She guiltily acknowledged to herself that she truly<em>had</em>pushed herself too hard, hadn't taken the care that her Goddess would have demanded of one of her clerics, especially one as blessed with Her favor as Revah.<br/><br/>As if on cue she felt rather than saw her skin glow slightly, the betraying hue of her heritage coming to the fore as her concentration slipped.  She gritted her teeth, summoning up her willpower to force it back to it's 'normal' dull color, though sweat beaded on her brow before she managed it.  In a dark corner of herself she hated the gift, the unwanted heritage that was hers.  Had it brought persecution and suffering she might have considered it a strength, but her entire life in the cloister it had brought near worship, a deference from even her superiors that had driven her to distraction.  She wouldn't let it show here.  For the moment she was simply like the others.  True, some of the ones she had seen were a bit stranger than most she had imagined, but she clung to her imagined normalcy.<br/><br/>Shivering slightly she suddenly felt as if she couldn't breath, her thick armor weighing down on her chest and limbs.  Her fingers slipped and fumbled with the catches at her side as she removed it the top, following it quickly with the thick leathers that provided both shock absorption and insulation against the cold metal.  She drank in several deep breaths, her sweaty cotton undershirt clinging to her supple curves as she collapsed back against her cloak pillow in relief.<br/><br/><em>Just a few moments rest . . . all I . . need . . is . . just . .</em>she managed before fitful sleep claimed her.