<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bree Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/298/f/d/elf_by_flexdreams-d6rrmg9.jpg)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Bremorel Silverkin (Bree)     <strong>HP:</strong> 11 of 11 (-1 nonlethal)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Light (periodically re-cast)<br/>Spells expended: 5 of 5 1st-level, 5 of 6 Elemental Ray<br/></div></div><br/>As Bremorel tried to settle in for some much-needed sleep, using her own warmth to try to help Kardur's huge, but battered, form.  He had shifted slightly, his arm moving, but as she twisted to look in his face, she realized he was still insensate.  Turning back and pressing closer, she bumped into something new, something proving Kardur was indeed a little further from death's door.  Her face, in colour and expression, betrayed her surprise and embarrassment ... embarrassment on Kardur's behalf, partly... of course the unconscious general had no idea what he was doing, and would regret his current weakness and indignity.<br/><br/>So she said nothing to anyone, and made no moves to reveal his "situation".  But he seemed to get harder, pressing more firmly against her thigh, making it difficult to drift to sleep.  She watched Hunter move away, near-silent, then Bree closed her eyes firmly and tried to count to one hundred, concentrating on her own heartbeat instead of the warm object pressing her rather close; she was thankful his tattered pants were still up to holding back the straining phallus.