Braiya braced herself, unsure if he would hit her after the display of anger he made, but something settled her in the way he held her to his side, dropping the lead. She thought on this, clinging to him as the moved, slowly realizing how exhausted and tired she was.  Turning her magic on her self, she soothed her wounds, but not much could be done about the dirt and dried blood that covered her in patches.  "...Lyali was more resilient than the two men I healed. She will recover fully within a day, though it seems she is hiding her fatigue quite well." she spoke to the silent Cromir in a low respectful tone, nerves making her accent particularly thick, much to her annoyance.  It was a brave choice, but she wanted him to know just what the woman was made of if he didn't already. She was sure he did.  Behind her words she praised his choice in leaders in a extremely roundabout way.<br/><br/>The rabbit women disgusted and saddened her. She was sure it was by nature as well as the herbal mix they were often fed like water, that made them addle brained and accented their natural lack of self restraint when it came to sexual gratification.  They were loving by nature, but drugged into sluts as their bodies reacted naturally to it, making them cry and beg for it should it run low. It had little effect on others, but the rabbits, the bunny girls, were reduced to sex toys when it flooded their systems.  She was glad to be moved away from them, but shocked to find Cromir changing her bonds. The muscles in her arms felt odd to be able to extend freely, she tested this a few times, searching Cromir's face as he changed it, her own face hardening to hide her elation at the gift he offered her. Her mind was in turmoil over his actions and she fought hard against the tinge of guilt that nagged at her. reminding her self of the way he raped her settled it some, but it lurked in the recesses of her mind.<br/><br/>"What did you do?" Mae whispered, distraught at the way Braiya looked. "Let's get you bathed." her tone was neutral, not at all condescending like when they first met, but word of Cromir's anger made her hold her tongue. Neither one of them wanted to add to the man's rage.  Braiya was deep in thought, allowing Mae to help her get cleaned up, even brush her hair without so much as one complaint, saving when the girl tried to mess with her tail too much.  "It's clean bitch. Now leave it alone." There was little venom behind the words, so Mae let her be, snorting at the comment and continuing on with letting her dress. Mae handed her the same type of top, a strip of material at her breasts, and sarong for her ample hips, then lead her back to Cromir, worried to be in his presence when she saw the keg near him. Braiya said nothing, gazing at the giant draped on the throne for a time, then took her spot on the ground beside him. She gripped her thighs as she sat, calming the faint tremble that the man caused.