Swiftcurrent Creek elfscript

moss' voice fit more her brawny nature than her name, and lestan found himself vibrating with a deep sense of her power. "it could be f-for you, if you wanted!" he stammered, bitingly aware that he had no reason to offer her a place to sleep.
it had been a friendly suggestion and now it felt more like —
"or, we could make it a store-room. for herbs and things?" lestan moved inside, delightedly aware that a single swipe of paws from moss could careen him against the stone wall.
what was wrong with him was anyone's guess, he decided, investigating rough shelves of rock.