Chat with Amara.

You step across the room, and she sits down on her bed with a creak. She pats the area beside her, gesturing you to join, and you do just that. This is certainly not the first time you've been this close to Amara, but it's still something special to be sitting so close beside her, both of you dressed in nothing but your sleeping clothes. Though she isn't as endowed as the two other girls in your party, you'd never call her flat. The gown stops right at her breasts, giving you a generous amount of cleavage. You look down her see her long, slender legs hanging off the edge of the bed, with the bottom of her pajamas resting tantalizingly high up her thighs, whether she realizes it or not. You can also see faint colour start to form on her face. After a period of silence, she speaks up.

"I cannot believe how much we have experienced already together as a party."

"I'll say. This is more than I expected, and it hasn't even been a month."

"Indeed." She sighs. "I am always thankful that you allowed me to accompany you all, however, no matter how scary things become. So thank you, Mr. Warren. Thank you... Kyle."

She faces you with an unwavering stare. Her emerald eyes always show a calm composure, and a pure elven softness. You look towards each other for a long moment before she speaks again.

"You are quite brave, though you are also naughty at times."

"Wait. What do you mean?"

"Such as when we shared a tent together, and you watched me undress."

"You--" She knew I was looking?

"I have both the ears and eyes of an elf, remember." She giggles. "I am only teasing you now, however. I do not mind all that much."