“Are you guys married already?”

Liaena stalled in her tracks, before rotating to give the innocent looking Vashi a very, very cold look. The Night Elf seemed to be oblivious to the nasty edge the tone of the room had taken, as the girl cultivated her biting response. “N…”

“Not yet” 
Kathlin remarked amenably, apparently utterly unaware of the glower that had immediately switched focus. It certainly seemed to satisfy Vashi though, who was looking unreasonably optimistic with her chances to be wedding planner considering how deeply unenthused the most relevant part of her audience looked. “Oooh then…would it be soon? In the next two weeks, maybe?”

[i]“I need to get some better friends”
[/i]
[b]-CRASH-[/b]

Like Sharon, Liaena’s initial feeling from the extremely rude interruption was relief as the two Night Elves crashed through the ceiling. Not the most common reaction from the girl when dealing with Serphia, although it was not entirely unheard of. More commonly it was related to the Captain helpfully killing whatever gribbly had been threatening them, saving her from an awkward conversation was probably a first. Still, she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

“Yes, do that!”

The girl cried out, glancing at Malizia in acknowledgement at her words as she also stared at the big hole in the ceiling. Kathlin meanwhile, was making quiet noises of protest as she helped the Draenei to her feet…an unachievable feat for her if she was not also receiving the assistance of Vashi. “I don’t suppose you could not get up? Okay. You’re getting up, I get that but can we negotiate on sword swinging?”

“Where is the demon? Is she still Cathedral sized!?” Liaena demanded as she glanced at the two Night Elves that had just made a rapid entrance. The girl sized up Serphia, looking her up and down to take in all of her battle scrapes and scars. “I’d hope you managed to make her hurt for this, at least”