Nazili & Krull

At rest for a night, Nazili sets up her bedroll next to Krull's. She sits down next to him and puts a hand on his arm. She lets out an exhale.

"Hey, be careful down here, alright. This necromancer lady has so many nasty schemes up her sleeve, I-" Nazili trails off for a second, her voice wavering before she realizes and returns to her normal pace. "I prefer you alive rather than dead. Or um.. undead."

"Heh. I -" he looks down at Nazili sitting next to him and changes his tone of voice from confidence to comforting, "Yeah. I will. It's dangerous down here. You take care of yourself too. You don't seem too well. ... Not like. ... Well actually yeah, to be honest you look kinda bad. Very sick."

Nazili's ears flatten a little bit, also thankful that it was dark enough that Krull wouldn't notice her cheeks turn red. "Um... yea." Nazili begins to unbraid her hair. "I'm sorry, I must look dreadful... The sun does more for me than most people realize. Being away from it so long has taken away the glamour."

She inhales and shuts her eyes. "It looks way worse than it is. It always does. In the dark and in moments of weakness they always come out to remind me what I've done. And what has been done."

"Ah. I see it now." He seems to be observing her closely for a moment after some sort of dawning or realization, "They are signs of your strength then."

Nazili ears flick subtly as she acknowledges his words. She begins to unravel her handwraps, pausing part of the way through as she begins to uncover the prominent vertical cut-mark scars that mar her wrists, as if she is embarrassed by them. She lets out a short breath and continues undoing them.

"So what is it that you see when you look at me, exactly?"

Krull's ears flatten in the darkness. "A beautiful woman."

Nazili's breath gets caught in her throat, letting out a noise that sounds like an awkward little squeak. Her ears have gone as flat as they can go. It takes a lot of composure on her end to stop her voice from quivering.

"Krull-" She tries to continue a sentence but she seems to be at a loss for words.

Worried he grabs his sword and looks about, "What's wrong?! The orcs are back?!"

Nazili continues blushing. "No, silly." She makes sure to push Krull's sword out of the way as she gets closer to him. She leans up and delivers a heat-of-the moment kiss. When it's over she sits back on her haunches, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Oh. You had me worried there for a moment. ... I thought you'd never reciprocate."

Nazili playfully punches his bicep. "Romance has never been one of my most prominent talents." She chuckles.