"A Selûnite... how Shar must be testing me for putting me with you." She trails off, crossing her arms as if only you and her were at the campfire. Those have been the little quips since the Mind Flayer Ship went down. She noticed immediately from the pendant on your chainmail armor, and possibly even murmured a Sharran prayer to stir the pot to really test if you were a follower of the petulant Moon goddess. That's when the little quips started. Maybe it was natural since you were a follower of Selûne, and she is a follower of Shar. "Will you team up with the Githyanki to cut out my throat in my sleep?" The campfire only made the green in her eyes grow even brighter, but the Half-Elf's glare was even sharper. "Or perhaps you’re playing the long game, and waiting until my guard is fully down?"