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The elfen woman felt heat color her cheeks, her golden crown dipping bashfully as she murmured a soft, "Yer welcome." Her feathery plume swept in small waves; Sherigrim made giving presents fun with his reactions. 

"Oh," she wisped shyly, tail wagging anew. "I was 'oping to see you too.." Elve trailed off, silenced by the tender kiss he placed on her scarred cheek. 

Elve gazed at him openly as he pulled back, struck vulnerably by the gentle movement. She blinked, coming back to herself as the Druid abruptly stood and stuttered out apologies. 

"I's alrigh', Sherigrim," she soothed softly beneath her breath, offering him a shaky smile. 

A thought had taken hold of her, one that made her more nervous than she'd ever been in her whole life. 

"Do you 'ave a wife?" Elve asked softly, seeing no better way than directly asking. It was not for a woman to ask but she had no male relative to approach the matter on her behalf - she must seek her own suitor without even the aid of a leader.