"Dar-Kha'azi. Though people I like can call me Azi."

"Azi," Elliane says. "My name is Elliane."

"A lovely name."

"I rather thought so."

"Picked it yourself?"

"I did."

"I picked mine," she says with a grin. "Defining yourself is important."

"So it is. It is good you also found the means and opportunity to do so."

Soft smile. "The same for you. Neither of us are what we were made to be, it seems."

Then, with a stretch: "What do you need from me next?"

"There are linens stored in the basement. Fetch a bundle, we need more bandages."

"Yes ma'am."

Off to that, then. 

Good.

Then Elliane can return to business.

She's back with the linens soon, and continues to be as efficient as advertised on every task Elliane sets her. 

Eventually - not even very much later - the tide ebbs, and the push appears over for now. They'll need to maintain people on shift for the very likely emergencies, but... Nearly everyone can rest.

Including Elliane and Azi. She sends the khajiit to fetch some rations for the both of them, and they can sit and eat.

She pulls down her hood, revealing small soft panther ears, dark as her hair.

She glances at the ears and smiles a little. "Of course a pretty girl like you has the best type of ears," she teases. 

"Well, I'm no grimalkin."

She laughs. "Sadly, only us khajiit seem blessed with twice the excellence as everyone else."

Then, with a smirk: "You're prettier than most, though. Something to be said for quality over quantity."

"Excellent quality is hallmark of mine."

"I've been noticing. Am excellent healer, leader, manager..."

"That's why they put me in charge."

"A decision I thoroughly agree with."

(She's behaving very submissively for someone whose current armor is pinging as a dom's style, though she somehow found a cuirass among the guard armory with shockingly low dimorphism - still, it's not as hard to read as the outfit she arrived in, and Elliane is familiar enough with the guards' uniforms to parse it. It's also unusually modest - though she probably didn't literally get it out of a fetish closet - with a top that's snug but not clingy, and only her head, neck, a bit of upper chest, biceps, mid-thigh, and a thin stripe at her natural waistline exposed.)

"Do you, now?"

"You're very skilled, naturally commanding..."

"So, I do."

"That bodes well for a continuing relationship."

"Oh?"