That heavy chain protects from more than just blades and arrows.  It stands between the merchant and the warrior's embrace, a defense, however small, against the freedom to come.  A defense that must go, and soon.<br/><br/>Senna can only watch in awe as Fallon breaks free of the skin Senna had wrought for her, not like a cocoon bursting forth to reveal a butterfly, but like a butterfly bursting forth to reveal a goddess.  She begins to feel ashamed that she created the bonds that hid such a being from the world.  Sitting, almost kneeling beneath Fallon's flawless form, the lowly merchant begins to feel small, unworthy, and at the same time, desperate to seize that which she knows she doesn't deserve.<br/><br/>A small sound escapes her, almost like a, "Yes'm," as she begins to free herself.  Still on her knees, her hands slowly begin to creep along her sides, a master's familiar fingers undoing the clasps and buckles that hold the chain to her form.  The armor released, she removes it the only way she knows how, lifting the shirt over her head and casting it aside, a shamefully mundane showing in her own eyes, and her disappointment shows.  Yet with that binding steel behind her, the scarcely-contained passion begins to bubble, yet stays at bay for now.  "Still too heavy."  Her delicate hands begin work on the traveling clothes beneath her armor, undoing buttons and buckles, yet not a single article falls.<br/><br/>And then she stands, casting off her cloth prison with a single movement as she does.  Shirt, trousers, belt, bags.  All hit the ground, leaving nothing but her soft, pink panties against soft, pale skin.  She lacks Fallon's generous curves, her beautiful complexion, and even the elf's longer ears and taller stature seem like a sign of the not-quite-elf's inferiority.<em>She is a chosen of Lady Firehair,</em>she thinks.  Her head is bowed, as if in supplication.  The way she stands, the way she holds her arms out to the sides, as if she is presenting herself as a gift.<em>She can have anyone.  Anyone.  Man, woman, human, elf.</em>She steps forward, feeling as if she's falling into a pit.  She reaches out, taking hold of Fallon's hand, her body feeling colder, lonelier, hungrier than it has ever felt before, yet one question passes through her lips as her clear, blue eyes look up to the radiant bronze vision.  "Why me?"