Bianka was sore between the legs as well, her breasts and neck smarting a little from the bites although it didn't bother her, at least they were from Taliana. The girl blushed a little when the comment about the chainmail was made, clearing her throat and smiling even wider. " Not as pretty as you, I'm afraid." The thought made Bianka laugh a little, here was a simple and rather poor village girl in bed with an elf, a beautiful one , thought she wasn't sure if ugly elves existed. STill, it amused her how scared she was of the elf not long ago and then look at her now, having sex with the woman that stole her cider and bossed her around not many hours ago. When Taliana rolled off of her Bianka let her be, simply keeping an arm around her lover and resting her chin atop the crest of Taliana's head.<br/><br/>Bianka's breathing came in steady, measured breaths and her somewhat sore and tired body relaxed as she drifted off to sleep. All the while she thought of the elf although near the time her world finally went black behind the veil of her eyes she felt her mind drift to the Kurgan and men of the North. When exactly would they arrive? And did she really have that much of a chance compared to one of them? Taliana was surely a capable warrior and she had the woman as probably more than a friend in her mind...though Bianka herself was not shabby with her weapon, the thought of facing a seven foot tall man of naught but beard and muscle made her feel some tinge of fear somewhere deep down in her young soul.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>