"Tch." Fel seems to get the gist of Eve's problem with little more than a look, and a cat-like smile quirks the corner of her mouth. "Such grabbing for obvious straws. No, of course not." The smile fades into Fel's usual chilly charisma. "However, how then would you seek to conceal the light from outside?"<br/><br/>Eve is attractive enough, if you are interested in black ice - but Fel is not one such. No - she is more concerned with not being forced to fight anymore while she is unprepared to protect an encampment. In the morning, she can have more useful spells prepared, but for now? Discretion is the better part of survival....