"Mmmmm", the dragoness murred, "that feels wonderful. I have never been treated like this in my entire life." Regaining her composure, she bows her head, "Thank you, Alt...for all that you've done for me. I do wish to prove myself, but I still need to recover...a bit. In hoping that you can earn my trust...you can take these." Reaching under the bed sheet, she unfastens her belt and hands her weapons over to Altima. "I won't be needing these, not in my condition...although...there is a couple things I'd like to request, though. A nice hot bath...", she smiles at the Jedi, "and maybe some food and drink."
