Snippet #1470102

Zephora sighed contentedly as Blysse settled down, easing onto her haunches as she adjusted to the large creature. Settling in next to her, Zephora rested her head lightly against Blysse, enjoying her presence and touch -- it had felt like so long since she had last seen the Dalish woman, she missed her. Sitting so close to her, Zephora noticed a new scent that she carried -- she seemed more earthy... thinking now, it would be understandable. Zephora's grin spread as she continued to sit next to Blysse; she hadn't gone running off into the woods yet and that had to be a good sign. Perhaps, with her act of protection for the group, she could feel more at ease with them in her newly exposed form.

Zephora was content to watch the rest of the group gather around the fire and enjoy their meal, though remnants of tenseness remained they seemed to have been pacified for now. She noticed that Tiaryn had settled by them as well, still sipping on the broth that Cash had delivered earlier, while she flitted through a journal of some sort -- making notations with a piece of charcoal. The Crow seemed to have calmed down from the earlier encroachment of her space, still seated quite close to the transformed Blysse. Zephora beamed a smile in the woman's direction, though she was now uncertain to what the smile was for... to be honest, it was probably due to her overall happiness. She had failed to notice the disappearance of Ser Sev and Jasper, hardly noticing many other party members beyond Blysse, Cash, and, now, Tiaryn. All was well in the mind of the Chasind Battlemage -- she found someone that spoke her language and her friend had returned.