[Dimnersti]

"Not as alright? He mused in a soft tone tilting his head to look at her curiously. The tanned skin was evidence that she'd been out of silrosia or any other elven enclaves for a while, the forest canopy prevented most elves from forming much of a tan, it was actualy a bit of a mystery to him at least wether they generaly handled the sun well at all. Some races and peoples after all simply couldn't bear to much sunlight, their skin burning quickly. He'd always found it somewhat ironicily humerous that the ebon skin of the vystichi handled the sun so well.

"Whats wrong if you dont mind my asking? perhaps I could at the least help you calm your heart a lil." He continued in a melodic, but still slightly acented elven. It wasn't a language he spoke often, but it was still close enough to his native tongue that it had never been that dificult to speak.

Dipping his hand into a pocket Dimnersti pulled a small silken kercheif and handed to the young woman with a warm smile so that she could wipe her tears. She had a lovely doelike inocence that couldn't help but put a small smile on his face. Ever since he'd adopted his two daughters he'd found himself developing a soft spot for young girls, even the instinctual vysstichi desire to corupt tended to fade when faced with an innocent smile.