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While Aralin listened to the girl, she didn’t hear what she was saying. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the pint sized snow elf. She was obviously not well and worried bubbled up through her mind.
She snapped back to when the pouch of gold was offered. She shook her head lightly. “No, you can keep your gold. Some people place a high value on them, but they aren’t that important to me. There are many, many more things..” She bit her lip for a moment. “Dear, I don’t mean to be rude but you look positively dreadful.. Are you feeling well? I.. Well, if you’ll come to my shop I can look you over and make sure you aren’t sick. I’ll give you a sweetroll fresh from the oven and let you frost it yourself if you do.” She hoped the allure of fresh made treats would tempt to womer into an examination. She looked like she had a fever.
"In any case, you really shouldn’t be out in this weather. You’ll catch your death of cold.. Please come in for a cup of tea, at least?" She offered a plaintiff smile.
The little Snow Elf tilted her head to the side, a confused expression quickly taking root upon her ivory countenance. "Not well?" Mirthys parroted the Dunmer's words of concern, before quickly surmising that the other must be referring to her anomalously pale complexion. "No... Like this, how I look!" She gave the other a pleasant smile in return, seeing no harm in her generous offer. "Concern mean lots, and thank you I do." Still... Tea and warmth certainly did sound like inviting prospects. The vicious bite of the cold winds that encircled the two females stung at the brassy metal joint only barely hidden beneath her thin cloak, and the Snow Elf winced, clasping at her elbow as a chilling gust mercilessly encircled the sensitive joint of her false arm. "I accept," Mirthys conceded, unable to conceal the discomfort she was experiencing. "Lead. I follow."
