Rowena sat the flesh of the thumb on the troll's n****e, surprisingly small and cute, like made for an elf. Rowena entertained the thought and with a cough she remembered the questions she was supposed to ask her. "How are you feeling?" It sounded stupid even to Rowena. It was like she spoke to a patient who had just woken up from trauma. Mera had closed her eyes and relaxed her face, somehow trying to enjoy Rowena's nervous, cold hands fondling her. She probably expected their encounter to be more on the romantic and intimate side. "Ya obviously not very good at dis." Came the particularly accented remark, as if trying to give herself more sass. "I think you need to calm. Ya hands be freezin'." Rowena withdrew her hand and looked at it hanging by her side. She could still feel the numbing
