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Leanadas paced beside the large pool in turmoil. Voices drifted through the closed door but she paid little attention to what they said, fixated as she was on the events of a few moments ago. She had nearly kissed him. She sank to her knees and placed her head in her hands, trying to sort through what had just happened. It must have been the wine, she rationalised, remembering the mouthfuls of sweet elven nectar that she had consumed. That must have been it; she pulled her hands from her face and dragged her fingers through her hair. Drinking after a day of magical food would send anyone mildly drunk. Getting to her feet, she paced again, trying to ignore the little voice that said she was making excuses for something she wanted.
"Like I would want to kiss him?" She muttered, stopping briefly to pick up a bar of soap and throw it into the pool. "It was the stress; a glad to be alive reaction." She nodded her head as she muttered; mentally reinforcing her new idea. The voices continued in the other room and she glanced at the door, pulling her mind back to the problems at hand. With light steps she reached the door and pressed her ear against the smooth grain.
"When do you want me?" Kalvor's voice drifted to her listening ear, businesslike and far from the seductive tones of a few moments ago.
"Right now if you don't mind," The other voice was female, young yet curt and Leanadas found her lip curling as she mentally pictured the owner of those harsh tones.
"My partner?" Kalvor's voice came again and Leanadas heard an exasperated hiss issue from his unseen companion.
"She'll be fine, you said yourself that she didn't need a healer. I'm sure you can leave her for a few hours," Leanadas heard the outer door open and the sounds of Astranaar drifted into the small cottage. "Just tell her and come on," Footsteps approached the door and Leanadas dove away from her position, flinging herself into a corner out of sight.
"Lea," Kalvor's voice came through the door and Leanadas approached, reaching for the handle. "There's no need to open up, " She heard the subtle warning in his voice and retracted her hand. "I've been called to a meeting and I will be some time." Was she imagining the disappointment she heard? "I'll be back as soon as I can so rest up and get well," Kalvor's voice was soft and entreating; it was clear that he was playing her lover for an audience. In the background, she could hear the female telling him to hurry. He hesitated slightly and added. "love you darling. Talk to you later." And then they were gone.
Leanadas stared at the door, thoughts billowing through her head. Why had he said that? Granted he did have an audience and he had called her his lover, but why had he said it? She shook her head angrily and pulled open the bathroom door.
"Don't be such an idiot," She chastised herself as she walked into the empty bedroom. "He was playing a role." She threw herself onto the bed and stared at the carved ceiling. Rolling onto her side, she picked at the embroidered bedspread. "It was not even a kiss and he's a night elf," Her gaze roved towards the exit, for a moment she considered rushing through it and running out of Thalanaar. Yet it was a fleeting thought and dismissed as soon as she had thought of it. Her fingers left the silken fabric and she lay on her back, cupping her hands behind her head. "What is wrong with me? I've only known him for two days and he tried to kill me" Even so, her thoughts ran back to his fingers on her skin and she felt a flush suffuse her cheeks. Kalvor was handsome, she had known it from the first moment she had seen his face, yet that was not all that attracted her. Despite the hostility at their initial meeting, he had been a pleasant and charming companion. It was an irresistible combination and had he been a blood elf, she would have admitted her desires much sooner. Leanadas closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, trying to push away the thoughts that she really didn't want to have.