Eliana blinked once at Wulfgar, but she lost nothing of her cool confidence as she watched the commander for a decision. It was not until the commander announced their retreat that her stony gaze shifted, lightened by a beautiful smile. Even smiling, she held herself ready to defend herself if it became necessary.
"Until then," she answered warmly, sounding more like a woman bidding her lover good night than a desperate, cornered thief or a proud, blood-thirsty warrior. She held herself like that, poised, until the men had gone -- and even then, until after their footsteps had faded from the stairs outside. Only then did she allow herself a soft sigh as she relaxed.
And to think the room had been in shambles before!
"I'm glad you both are on my side," she murmured as she turned away from the doorway. "You are indeed a frightening man, Wulfgar." Her blue eyes slid from the human back to the half-elf, and her smirk widened. "And I hope to learn more about your talents very soon."
Her eyes dropped down to a man at her feet -- a thief sprawled out over the top of a whore, looking very much look they had fallen asleep in the middle of their business. She nudged the man with her foot, earning a snort and mutter from the man. In fact, most of the room was, somehow, still asleep; the few who had awakened were looking around in groggy confusion but without the sense of alarm awakening to a bloodbath should have instilled in them. "How in the Gods' names are these people still asleep?"