Kalaya pauses, momentarily surprised by the sudden choice before her.

N'yari. Dainty Maid. Which one to save? Which one is she [i]meant[/i] to save?

Now, if you'd asked her, she would have guessed that the dainty maid arm was the one that belonged to Fengye's darling love. But the scribe hadn't been specific, and it was wrong to assume that just because Fengye was ... of the softer persuasion ... that her heart would look for likeness only.

An image of Muscles and Fur blinks through her head. After all, there were things to be said for N'yari physiques. Academically of course.

She grabs both arms, pulling hard until they are out of the muck.

"I've got her! Both, actually!" she says, as they slip free. "Now which one's yours?"