"I... don't know," the warlock replied to the rogue. Her voice was getting weaker, but added, "I know it's not<i>here</i>."<br/><br/>Nadra reappeared, and the lady laid a hand on her shoulder. The fingers inside the black silk glove seemed so thin that one might wonder if they had any flesh left in them at all. Nadra seemed tempted to speak, but her mistress's grip tightened every time she was about to open her mouth. The succubus turned her head over the shoulder and stared into the depths of the warlock's hood, grinning with a self-indulged smile. Then her wings bent down by her legs as she took a step backwards, close to her mistress, who wrapped the other arm around her waist and began gently caressing it with the fingers.<br/><br/>"The lady could also use a drink," Nadra was finally allowed to say when her mistress felt she was calm enough.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>