Denarel was a sight for sore eyes, even if he was an intimidating figure. No less than half a foot taller than her, not to mention being built like someone who has never seen a day outside of battle. Maybe that was true, given that her father made sure to keep the guards that watched over her in their best shape. In his mind, she was worth more to defend than himself, an idea she sometimes liked to think was selflessness or caring for her. In reality, it was more likely that recognized that she was a more powerful political symbol than even himself, and so he wished to keep her under tabs. She couldn't run under constant watch, no matter how cat like and stealthy she was. 

	Elisabeth, or Elise as she made most call her, was one of a smaller type. Shorter and smaller framed, it certainly suited the vision of a cat she was meant to be. And while she was probably faster and more agile than the elven guard before her, he could no doubt overpower her in an instant. Not that she would have a need to escape, given that she enjoyed his company... 

	"Everything is fine. The Goddess has just been silent, and the silence has been driving me mad."