#325014 - Conrad?” It only took a moment before, one of the two people standing by the entrance stepped towards her, his short black hair tousled, his bright blue eyes focusing on her, his expression lightening considerably, “Elyn!!” he said, quickly moving to her side, “The priest,” he started, glancing back towards the man he had been talking to, who, with more work to do, had stepped from the tent letting a sweep of chilling air curl in, “he said he had healed your wounds but that your head may be hurt in other ways, are you well?” he whispered, kneeling by her side, concern written across his soft features. Feeling emboldened he continued, lifting the undershirt up over the toned abs of her stomach, revealing a few old scars, but nothing that put him off. As Elyn lifted her arms over her head, ensuring it would be easy for him to slide the shirt off he found it nearly impossible to avoid his eyes drifting to her breasts as they were revealed, surprisingly full on her chest, so often pre