Sasha

With the intimate revelations, Sasha seems rather startled. 'Just like me...! I didn't know there were others so close...' The human girl sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at the older elf. "I hate to steal your thunder, but I'm afraid I'm a werewolf..." She looks to Bronsk's sleeping form and to Baztikk. "One hell of a coincidence, right?"