<strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>Liah haughtily laughed at his sarcasm, shielding her mouth again as she closed her eyes and chuckled. "Very well." She replied, "Sleep well... Err, or Trance well. Whatever it is that you elves do."<br/><br/>She laid down and rolled over, turning her back to the elven fighter and gradually easing herself into the fetal position when the night air brought a colder temperature with it. And what a view it was...<br/><br/>When dawn came, the woman was still deep in slumber with her stomach to the ground and her one of her legs arched. Her head was turned to the side as she trapped one of her arms underneath her belly.<em>Passed out.</em>Luckily, it seemed that the night had went by without disturbance, though it rained on and off again a few times.<br/><br/>She rolled over onto her side, now displaying her fingers half-obscured by the waistband of her trousers. Subconsciously at least, she was even a tease to herself. No doubt a woman of her fame would have courted many a handsome noble or lusty adventurer back on the mainland... Well, they<em>had</em>spent two whole months at sea just<strong>getting</strong>to the islands, which made the few days alone in the forest with Leander negligable. At the very least, the elf found a few obliging (if not also completely average and unremarkable) female sailors to share his bed with, but as far as he knew, Liah was celibate for the duration of their journey.