<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ocbv7gQ.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Wren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14824165#msg14824165)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:26/26<strong>Status</strong>: Waiting within the antechamber of the Weeping Matron's Temple<br/><strong>AC</strong>:16<strong>Tagging</strong>: Iclyn<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Wren couldn't help but smile when Iclyn's hand closed around her, her cheeks starting to heat up when she felt the warm, soft largeness brushing against the top of her head. The urge to lean in against her was strong but despite her size the halfling was stronger, at least in that regard.<br/>Still, she jerked away from the other woman when their quiet companionship was disturbed, the flush on her cheek deepening guiltily, despite how she was certain that she hadn't actually done anything to threaten either her or Iclyn's vow of chastity.<br/>Thinking, maybe, but the older woman didn't know about that. Hopefully.<br/><br/>Just a bit nervously, she entered the room and climbed up onto one of the seats, frowning slightly at the question. Still, at least Iclyn wasn't being told off, so that was good, she supposed.<br/>"I believe we're doing well," she tried to sound confident. "I might be a little bit behind in some of my studies, but I am trying my best and I<em>will</em>get it done."<br/>She was, after all, quite aware that she wasn't exactly the smartest person in the room. Stubbornness and relentless effort usually kept her vaguely close, however.