Byra Maligroth

There you go, sweetie how are you feeling? She feed you a pungent stew looking at you with affection and worry. I’m sure glad the hypothermia did not take any of your extremities. For a human, you are rather cute. She giggles nervously, biting her lower lip. It’s a good thing I found you when I did otherwise you’d be a frozen human icicle. She massages your legs and feet trying to get circulation back of them. You feel relaxed as her muscular hands work your muscles. Is everything OK?