Sonya sighed, relieved to see Nat was okay, she wouldn't of forgiven herself if Nat had died or taken a serious injury. Course, this was arguably worse, the violation of both their bodies. The swordswoman was loathe to admit any pleasure she found in the act, even if she could no longer deny it, between this and the Setlas. The only solace was that maybe they could avoid others finding out...<br/><br/>The sound of the Felynes arriving was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, she was embarrassed about being caught in this position, for a second time even. But on the other, having a safe way back to camp and some possible secrecy was most welcome. Thanking them, Sonya worked on getting Nat to the cart, leading her over and settling down with her. She didn't bother to cover up, only uncovered from the waist down regardless. "It'll be okay Nat, we are almost out of here..." The swordswoman spoke, trying to comfort her companion.