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.