Nixa calms significantly the moment she's released.

"Well, that settles it. You are most definitely not joining our expedition for Akoraun, halfling. Though the cleric is still welcome, and maybe Rick too."

As they're no longer needed, Nixa's wings fold back against her, leaving her almost entirely uncovered. A while ago, this would have bothered her a great deal, and perhaps on some level it still does. On the topmost layer, however, the one that portrays an aura of pride, she doesn't care at all. Nixa is gorgeous, and she knows it. Oh, she may be in a room filled entirely with men, but if they want to look they can and being embarrassed wouldn't help at all.

"Thank-you, brother. Almost makes me sorry for pushing you out of the inn." She heads towards the stairs again, but before she vanishes up them, winks at him, and repeats "almost". Then she's gone, and will reappear several minutes later once dressed in an entirely identical swirling black dress.