In her own secluded space Fulana continued to rub softly on her own folds, but as soon as the soothing noises and mumbling soft voice of Sylvia had died away she began to worry. She heard a stumbling walk trough the chamber and fear overcame her that Sylvia might come in and check for the medicine of the cat. The animal was after all dying..<br/><br/>Pushing her robes back down, she heard a muffled moan, and thought it was a sound of worry coming from her dear friend. Now in a hurry, she forgot the dribbling juices that trickled down her legs onto the ground and began working on the herbs right away. After just mere seconds she had the herbs crushed and mixed together, and was pressing the salvating juice out of it to make a healing potion for their big furry friend. Little did she know, that at the moment she was pouring the liquid into a vial, Sylvia had already other things to worry about.<br/><br/>The look on her face when she slid the curtains to the side was of pure shock, seeing the image she desired the most before her eyes. The wet slick folds of her friends tightly pressed against her shimmering soaked panties as she bent over and clasped desperately down onto the wounded saber, that seemed to be very pleased with licking her fluids up. Her hand clenched around the tiny little vial, still liquids of what she had spilled in her haste dripping down on the floor from her hand.<br/><br/>"S..s...sylvia?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>