Ayrie's spirit lifted slightly when he nodded, and when he asked her to retrieve a towel and water she nodded back. "Whatever you need."

She followed the hallway and found the kitchen. It took a few moments to locate a pot that was large enough but not too heavy for her, and when she did she set it in the sink and let it fill while she located a few towels. When it was full and she had a handful of clean towels she took it and headed back to the mayor and the imp. She set it down on the floor and wet one of the towels, handing another to the imp.

"I'll help." She said, setting the towel in her hand against his temple. Now that he was unconcious she took the time to look at him without being embarrassed, appreciating his form. The scars and faded runes marked an impressive physique.

[i]'Now that I know who he really is, I wonder if he will stop being so guarded against me.'[/i] She thought, then instantly remembered the priests that would be arriving any day. [i]'That's going to be tough. I'll have to be careful they don't discover how close I've become to him, or that I witnessed what he did without stopping him.'[/i]