deftly plucking out the armor she'd just discarded. "Oh! Certainly," the elf said, taken a bit aback. Well, she certainly had reflexes to match her feline appearance. Good thing to know. And as for the claws, her hair could wait. She shrugged, and gave a weak smile. "Thanks, but it's hardly that urgent."

She turned to the psymancer, and began readjusting the long pins holding her pile of hair in place, which had not escaped her long swim to the shore unscathed. "Yes," she said. "And really, no one needs to worry -" she was interrupted by the arrival of the unconscious dwarf on the shore. Mtrlindr hurried over, ignoring the Animas' declaration only the Psymancer was necessary. "Here, let me." She dropped to her knees next to the body, laying her hands on the dwarf's thick chest. "He needs warmth, before he goes into shock," She reached into the stores of her Gem and sent the heat through her hands and into the unconscious dwarf. She continued as his clothes and hair dried, raising his internal body temperature to a normal level. She stood slowly, wondering why it suddenly seemed so important to help a dwarf, of all people. Well, this was the start of a new life, wasn't it?