Cloe was growing slightly irritated at Yan's dependency on her while at the same time feeling like she also had to depend on Yan to reach a safer place. "Sorry, I forgot how far of a reach I have with my broom," Cloe apologized halfheartedly for the accidental strikes from her broom. "I lost my panties cause of the slime assault," Cloe confessed. Embarrassment in her voice.<br/><br/>"Maybe we should turn back and look for reinforcements or take a different path?" Cloe wasn't feeling up to it anymore. The feeling of a wetness running down one of her inner thighs her motivation for wanting to go back. Then she stepped in something that made her foot wet. "Shit," she complained and began to dig into her damaged satchel for something she could use to dry off her foot.<br/><br/>"Hmmm," Cloe thought for a second. Then she retrieved a small booklet from her satchel and began to turn the pages. When she found the page she was looking for she began to read it over and over to try and magically create what she needed to keep her feet dry. When nothing happened, she tossed the damn booklet into the nearby tall grass. She felt like her abilities as a witch were starting to weaken each time she encountered something new or complex.