<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/>Mephis' eyes ran up and down Josephine's body a little as the young woman turned and walked back to the anvil, checking her out and taking in that shapely form as she bent over to retrieve her work, but she also listened to the blonde's words as she spoke. She was working on crafting something for that woman who had been made into a healslut, a set of artificial limbs to let her at least regain some semblance of a normal life. A noble pursuit, and one that showed she was serious about continuing to help that poor woman, that she wasn't taking lightly how difficult that task was truly going to be.<br/><br/>And then she spoke further, about her own doubts and worries, her inexperience and how different this all was from what she had been expecting, from the stories she had been brought up on. And when the slave girl realized the other woman was crying, she didn't hesitate to step forward again, wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist in a comforting hug, pressing up tight against her from behind.<br/><br/>"What we saw and put a stop to at Buga's camp was probably one of the darkest things this world could throw at you," Mephis stated, speaking in a warm, gentle tone.  Of course, she waited until the village blacksmith was done speaking his piece, first, knowing that he was trying to help as well, in his own way. "I've traveled the length and breadth of the Free Nations over the past two years, and in that time I've seen a lot of things, both good and bad. There are rough patches from time to time, real monsters out there... but there are some good times, too, and plenty of good places and people on top of that. It was pretty bad today, but please, believe me... it will get better."<br/><br/>And it would be a shame in her eyes if Josephine wound up missing out on all of the good parts of life in the outside world, just because she had such a rough time on her first real adventure that it scared her off completely. Deciding to be a bit more bold, the slave girl leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on the back of the noblewoman's neck before continuing.<br/><br/>"Also, you don't have to apologize for telling me how you're feeling." One of her hands started to rub in gentle circles over the woman's abdomen, too. It was her left hand specifically, the one with the gently glowing divine brand on it. The fingers were rubbing directly over her womb, actually, but the dhampir was at least trying to be comforting in doing it. "If getting it off your chest helps you feel better, I'm more than happy to listen."