Sakura fell in pace with Ronnae, maintaining her henge for a moment. Better to blend in, if it was her voice, and not some random elf's voice that addresses Ronnae when she speaks. "Pleasant jerks you've got here, Ronnae. Tell me, are the nobles all that stuck up, or just the ones you have the unfortunate ability to run across?"

For a moment, the henge drops, and it's Sakura herself standing next to her, winking, holding a finger to her lips in a hushing motion. Then the illusion's back.

Generic Elf #12.