Sonya lay there a while, recovering from the whole experiance. Physically, she recovered quick, but took her mind time to process everything. Slowly rolling over, she sat up, looking at the mess between her legs with a pained groan. The good news was most of her armour and clothes were fine, just the panties and bit of clothing between her thighs were ruined. She'd need to change and wash the moment she got back, that was for sure.<br/><br/>Eventually, still unmoving, her thoughts turned to the mission. While she really didn't want to come back empty handed, the thought of fighting that thing again right now was not appeasing. In the end, she elected to take the better part of valor and withdraw. She'd either go at another monster, or find a partner, or both. But here and now, she didn't feel up to fighting in her state.<br/><br/>So Sonya rose, sheathing her blade once more. With a sigh, she walked back to camp, defeated and humilated. To make it worse for the first few hundred feet her gait was off, thrown off by the mating she endured. Luckily for her, by the time she reached camp, she was back to a normal stride and had time to put her mind on other issues.