10-15-2015, 05:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2015, 06:21 PM by Selina Parcellus.)
Selina stays with the guard. Her talents were needed here more. She was not very dexterous with her fingers, nor perceptive enough to notice subtle differences. She was a healer. Right here was a man still in some danger. Though he was alive and would probably be fine, she would rather make certain of it.
"Tell me sssir, from where do you hail?" She blushes again. "Ssorry." She ducks her head, hiding her face within the hood of her cloak as he is close enough to also see the color and shape of her eyes.
"Tell me sssir, from where do you hail?" She blushes again. "Ssorry." She ducks her head, hiding her face within the hood of her cloak as he is close enough to also see the color and shape of her eyes.
