While Tzirret was about to ask about what clawed creatures Ma'tanza was referring to, he couldn't quite take in breath all the way in before the subject turned to something more awkward for him. He found his eyes going down to Ma'tanza's chest again and found that he did not have any words to respond.

Sabine being Sabine, she was not discouraged in the slightest. "Oh, that would be painful," she commented sympathetically, "I had a friend in the Bruma clan with a similar problem. She had to wear a tight leather jerkin whenever she did any running. It looked like it made it hard to breathe." Oblivious to the awkwardness, Sabine looked down and cupped her own chest. Although she wore a light hide top that supported her, the lean build she had was nowhere near as endowed at Ma'tanza. "I count myself lucky, not being too big." Sabine put her hands down and looked up to Ma'tanza again, "You know, if the pain gets too much, I could make an ointment for you to rub on the surface. It helps to keep away soreness and inflammation. It is good for joints as well."

Tzirret was agape as only certain words from Sabine filtered into his mind. [i]Tight leather jerkin...hard to breathe...too big...rub on the surface...[/i]At that point, Tzirret had to close his eyes and shiver his head to come back to his senses. "U-um, what was it Ma'tanza said about clawed creatures in the river?" Tzirret said quickly, trying not to dwell on the previous subject, "Do you mean dreugh? This one did not know they were in the river." Tzirret's face turned concerned, "By Hircine, and we were swimming in it like there was nothing..."