Elisan had been listening to Kieaira start to speak when the table was flooded with sudden commotion. The miqo'te male was bumped into, he in turn bumped the table which sent the poor girl flying in a full out retreat. Observation, even casually, would note her unease with most. It seemed particularly worse around males and tripley so males of her own race. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered at what terrible things the girl must have endured to be so terrified of social interactions with her own people. The highlander turned to address them and apologize and the pale elezen woman rose with a warm smile, sliding to put herself casually between the displaced Kieaira and the men around them. The witch was tall, even for one of her people. "Truly, it was an accident. No harm's been done". Crimson eyes fell on the carbuncle briefly before moving to the dunesfolk and his companion. "is everyone alright then?"
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  Seda Moui, the Huntress         Elisan Tar'Veil, the Pale Witch
