The woman did not seem to wear the ring, clad only in her loin cloth and the belt keeping it in place, although it was adorned with a scabbard that held another strange curved blade. She sat down beside him, rubbing his thigh affectionately before she moved to his armor, trying to figure out how to disrobe him with the illusion obscuring the breast plate's finer workings.<br/><br/>Even so, they were now once again alone. Given a closer look, this woman's eyes were hazel verging on gold, her features pleasing to behold and her body lithe and muscled... though not as generous in the hips as some of the other women of this tribe, although such a slim figure was a trait among elven females that Leander may have been accustomed to. Still, there was hardly any fault to find in her form. She quickly found out how to work the elf's breastplate and though it remained on his body, the illusion began to fade.