Quinta blinks rapidly as Fiera pulls her shirt off.  "Ah, here?  Now?"  She looks uncertainly from the elf to the Fae - if that's what the woman is, the soldier is becoming less certain of that.  Another uncertain look goes to the halfling, then to Hallen, still floating above them.<em>And where the hell is Tak?</em>she wonders,<em>The little bastard had better have a thorough bath first.</em><br/><br/>Fiera is fumbling a little with the knot securing her bandeau.  The two of them had caught glimpses of each other in various stages of undress, how could they not have living in such close quarters?  Neither of them had done anything about it.  Quinta held the opinion that bonking one's employer was a bad idea, but the elf wasn't her employer at the moment, was she?  Although Fiera had never even hinted that she wanted Quinta in her bed, neither had she shied away whenever the soldiers' nude or partly nude form had crossed her sight.<br/><br/>And Quinta had thought more than once about doing what she did now.  She stepped behind the mage and reached with one hand to the cloth covering her back.  "You'll just make it tighter pulling like that."  Her fingers slid along Fiera's as she tugged on the proper cord and the binding came free. "Then I'd have had to cut it off of you."<br/><br/>Quinta turned her head slightly and flashed a quick grin at Alfonse then glanced up at Hallen again.  "What about her?"  She asked Vash'ti.  "And do we do this here, or do you have a grove or sanctum for this?"  She hadn't stepped away from Fiera just yet, fingers spread and stroked as her palm pressed flat against the elven woman's back. A swordswoman's hand, strong, callused but resting lightly.