Aglow

Recovering as gracefully as she was able from her near fall, she felt heat rising to her face as the other woman watched her. It wasn't like her to get flustered though so she tried to move past it. More talking, more action, way less thinking. "I don't like to make assumptions," she admitted, as smoothly as she could manage. "My type? It varies, I guess. Tall, short, in-between..."

Pointed? Maybe. Kaija shrugged, nonchalantly enough.

"Women, mostly. Haven't found many men worth thinking twice about," the tusked woman admitted with a snort, which echoed off the cave's walls. Deflecting her real feelings with humor came easy to her - all the fear and trepidation and everything even marginally adjacent. "You ready to head back then, or.. ?" Her voice trailed off, gaze shifting for just a moment away from Wenna and to the way they'd come. The implication was clear enough, but so was the way she delayed, just in case.