[center][color=orchid][h2]Aiko Yume[/h2][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/3DQt2tj.png[/img]
[color=orchid][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[b][color=orchid]Location:[/color][/b] Leaky Tap and Tavern
[b][color=orchid]Interactions:[/color][/b] Nabarra [@nasty], Yuka [@princess], Orias [@Helo][/center]

The wound was dressed, but there was no immediate result. Not that she expected it. "[color=orchid]And we'll just dress her back up before she has a fit...[/color]" No need to agitate the [i]apparently wounded[/i] and slightly prudish dark elf. "[color=orchid]Poor dear, should have said something.[/color]" But, with tensions as high as they are now, not garnering attention may have been best. Still, though, just gonna sit there, poisoned?

"[color=orchid]The shape shifting?[/color]" Right, she slipped up earlier. "[color=orchid]No, not very common. I shift about to suit my mood. You both still recognized me immediately, so maybe maybe the mask is better for a disguise, after all? It does comes in handy, though.[/color]" Had he caught on? What would his reaction be, to a demon? Would it be like the other's reaction to a dark elf? It didn't seem like he was overly suspicious of her, but that could mean anything.

"[color=orchid]So, how did the two of you meet? Quite the odd pair, I must say. You might even call it two ends of a spectrum, the two of you. What kind of dreams brought you to this place and company?[/color]" Aiko found herself gently curling a lock of Nabarra's hair around her finger and stopped, settling their companion into the bed and letting her be, now that she was dressed and dressed and they were waiting on Yuka.