Valira smiled reassuringly at Akalfa, knowing full well what she was driving at. Clearly this was a matter she was struggling with, torn between remaining as she was or turning into something else. It must have been difficult for the Dark Elf, relatively small chested and surrounded by buxom peers, peers who no doubt did their best to rub it in her face at every opportunity. It gratified her that Akalfa would turn to her for advice in this matter, it showed that she valued her opinion and wasn't rash enough to just drink the potion then and there. She thought for a moment on how to respond, before finally speaking up.Valira's words rang warmly in Akalfa's ears. Gods did she live for moments like this. No matter how incredibly embarrassing they could be.
Looking back down she pondered. Perhaps the elixirs were there for a reason. The elven women back home were always so...endowed. Yet she had assumed her bloodline just got the short end of the stick, both in height and in other departments. So many years spent poked fun at, mocked, and gawked upon. There was never any unhappiness to be found with her current form, but to say it left more to be desired would be forthright. The figures she admired were seemingly out of reach. Or perhaps not? Surely that woman, Ishtar, must have done something to get a body like that. There was no chance Sunelarra simply mixed the potions without purpose, no one comes out the gate looking like a goddess of fertility! Well, no one besides the beautiful High Elf next to her. Envy was not present in her thoughts towards Valira, instead awe, sheer reverence, and appreciation for her companion's beauty. Being able to look even half as stunning as she did would not be a bad attribute at all...
There was nothing wrong with the way she was, certainly not. She didn't doubt Valira's words of praise and reassurance, but the concept of obtaining what she had once desired above all else was tantalizing.
Mulling over the possibility, Akalfa bit her lip, turning to Valira.
"What if I..." Voicing her thoughts came with some difficulty. It was something she desired, but also something she could live without. One single thought kept her from deciding:
Would her companion's perceptions of her change? Would they think differently about her, for better or worse? It was a question in which she could not answer, one that did bother her despite all attempts at shaking it off.
''Akalfa I cannot make this decision for you. All I can say is that I find you beautiful just the way you are, and I will continue to think of you that way no matter what you choose. Either way, it will not change my opinion of you, and I'm sure the others will be equally accepting. Your happiness is paramount, do whatever you think is necessary to achieve it.''
Valira put her hand on Akalfa's shoulder, gazing at her with genuine warmth and understanding.