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D'Aleen assures the others that she is alright and looks with amazement at her calf that has been almost totally healed by Krazixs. Gently she runs her fingers over the barely visible scar left by Attrah's blade, turning to Krazixs she surprises him with a large hug and gentle kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you, my friend. I don't think I would have made it very far with that wound. You have an invaluable talent there, that is obvious."
It is on the tip of the elf's tongue to ask about the scars criss crossing Krazixs back but she refrains from prying into something so personal. In time, if he chose to share with them, he would reveal his own story. Saddened at the thought of someone having to endure something that would leave such awful marks she turns to Thantos for comfort after this last harrowing incident.
"Oh Thantos...for a moment I thought all was lost."
Not having the words to describe how frightened she was, D'Aleen wraps her arms around him, resting her head against his chest, the reassuring sound of his heartbeat soothing away her fears. Gradually she becomes aware of another sound, loud footsteps echoing down the hallway as someone approaches. Looking up she takes in the newcomer, his short speech and repast at the table. Not knowing what to think of this new development she remains quiet, still shaken from the recent events.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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