Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed?

The last thing Bryn expected to see after the thing they had killed in the study was a drow. Much less a drow child. Which was funny, since she knew the mansion was owned by drow, and they had seen drow both before and during the actual fight. Maybe it was the fact that this drow was... different, for lack of a better word. She seemed to want to help, if only for purely selfish reasons. Zel'marle. That was her name. It was pretty. Bryn found herself at a loss for words, opting instead to let the others do the negotiations for a bit. Well... The others minus Leonidas and Quilie. Because one would be an ass and the other would eat everything anyway.

But no, they couldn't let her have this one bit of silence. She always managed to get drug into these things. So when Zel'marle beckoned her onto the bed, Bryn thought little of it. But when her fingers started moving, weaving through her hair, the halfling's blood turned to ice. Those touches felt too familiar, too close for comfort. Not that she did anything. No, because as much as it was frightening her, it was doing... other things. Bryn couldn't quite tell where the sheer terror stopped and the pleasure began, because they seemed to like mixing together to form one weird emotion.

There are few things in this world that Bryn would admit to. One was dozing off, which she apparently had done because the conversation was nearing it's end and all she could really do was nod and try to focus on something other than Zal'marle's fingers. Which happened to be the other thing she wouldn't admit to. Enjoying this, whatever this currently was. Because no matter what it was, it would end as soon as they left that room and she regained control of her senses. Or that's what she thought before the kiss. Her only thoughts then were promptly shoved to the back of her mind and locked away, leaving her mind blank but pleasantly hazy. And with just enough sense to make rude gestures at Leonidas when he decided to add his (much unneeded) two copper. Bryn made sure later to remind him of the drow's stance on men, and how easily she could be persuaded if he continued being an ass.

So why was it still bugging her that she was the one Zal'marle decided to toy around with, even now as they traversed the sewers?