"Hey, no need to be nervous, cutie. I ain't the jealous type. 'sides, you're not the type someone can just forget." Saying that, she planted a kiss on Laira's nose. And then the secret Princess just happened to have a Freudian slip, so to speak. Elpsis furrowed her brow slightly.
"Turn the tables on one? Does that mean you're Princess?" she asked teasingly and looked Laira up and down, as if scrutinising her for real. This was probably a bit comical since Elpsis could not see colours or facial expressions. "If you are, you hide it well. Does this mean when I sweep you off your feet I carry you to your fancy palace with golden plates and silk covers?" she giggled at that, clearly thinking she was being remarkably witty. The ironic was that Elpsis sort of regarded herself as a knight errant. Hence why her archaic had an armour look that had more in common with the popular depiction of rights, rather than resembling a utilitarian military suit.
Of course, before anyone could sweep the other off her feet, they had to kill the draken. So she gave Laira a nod. "Plan works for me. If our Cathar friends wanna help plant the traps, that'll speed things up. If the big bang is not enough, we can use the Force to help cause a collapse. Got a good feeling about this. She will be with us."
Edited by Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori, 13 January 2018 - 07:38 PM.