Caro's response to the hug is another flush of red on her cheeks, although she makes no effort to pull away or, when Orchid pulls back, to not look at her exposed body.<br/>After all, she<em>was</em>an acolyte of the goddess of beauty, so admiring the pretty halfling was what she was supposed to do, she was fairly sure.<br/><br/>"I ... I'm not sure," she responded to Orchid's inquiry about the attitudes of city folk to hugging, her voice soft, light and incredibly shy as she fidgeted with the small silver songbird that hangs around her neck. Preparing to explain that she's just as lost here as Orchid seems to be, Caro instead shrank back as the human man loomed over them.<br/>As Orchid answered him, however, the young halfling seemed to steady herself, taking a deep breath before speaking up for herself, her voice only showing<em>some</em>of the nervousness she feels. "I'm not sure about saviour," she begins, tilting her head back to look up. "But I ... I'm an acolyte of Myhriss. Whatever I can do to help, I must. And<em>will</em>. It might only be a small part, but I will do it. And if Orchid says she will, then at least she will try, clothes or no!"<br/>The obviously young halfling's reply might have been just a bit better if her voice wasn't trembling quite so much, though.