"Alright..." Dyna murmurs, walking to his room as well and taking out a long flowing green dress. "Sorry, but uh... Most of my other dresses are like this. We elves are rather modest... Mostly." She murmurs, stripping her clothes off to put on the gown.
As he nears the village, he sees a large number of black-scaled Lizans milling about going through their daily chores. Fetching water from the river, sharpening weapons, cooking, etcetera. Being the tribals that they are, they don't have a centralised weapon storage, and instead carry their spears and bows around with them.
She continues moaning, but her moans get softer and softer as they walk deeper into the forest. She hisses something at him before trying to squirm out of his grip, her legs kicking at the air.