<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/>There was a part of Mephis that felt almost like a wolf eyeing up a cute, defenseless little lamb as she took note of Ionli's reactions to her help. The flushed cheeks, the stammering, the lowering of her guard, the carelessly worded promise to help if she ever needed anything... There was an innocence and purity there that appealed to her own corrupted instincts in a slightly predatory way. Of course, this particular little lamb also seemed like good company, as well as a good person in general, so the dhampir wasn't about to go giving those instincts free reign.<br/><br/>She did go as far as flirting back when the aasimar woman kissed her hand, however, throwing a playful and slightly seductive wink back at her.<br/><br/>"I'm happy to be of service." A slight lowering of her voice as she spoke, the hint of a sultry warmth to her tone... and of course she made sure to stare back into the other woman's eyes again. It would be just enough to hopefully make the other woman flush again without seeming too overt to the rest of the company they were in. After that, she pulled away and gracefully made her way over to Thistle, looking her up and down.<br/><br/>The redhead didn't seem to be in all that much pain to her eyes. Maybe there was some stiffness, but if she had to guess, she'd say that the young woman's motivations had more to do with seeing her magic in action than in seeking relief for herself. Not that she minded, of course. So long as they were still waiting for the last of the caravan's adventurers to arrive, it wouldn't hurt to show off a little of her own talents.<br/><br/>She did spare a glance back towards the cat-eared woman again, however. The dhampir had gotten the impression earlier that Lord Nyrood was trying to give her a chance to show her own appeal to the adventurers gathered there. Was she accidentally taking away that woman's spotlight?<br/><br/>"So, where along your back does it hurt?" Mephis questioned, once she was within arms' reach of Thistle. This was actually a rather important question to ask, because... "We'll have to lift up your shirt so that I can touch you directly in order for the spell to be effective."