Continuing to softly rest on the mousegirl, after a few seconds she remembers her manners and backs off- mouth firmly shut, if leaking a bit of fluid. She'd gotten a bit... overheated, and gods knew she was still profoundly under the influence of the pleasure pumping through her veins, but- this was still a possibly hazardous area, for gods' sake! She had a responsibility as the protector of these people to watch Aiyaka and Vesele enjoy themselves and not join back in.<br/><br/>Responsibility to watch. Yeah. That sounded better in her mind.<br/><br/>Still, when Anita returns, her initial instinct to get back to something like ready to fight off a threat is shown correct. Anita comes up behind Katina and grabs her, biting the other woman; shuffling on her many legs, Cyra turns to face the pair, tensing and trying to dismiss the many reasons she has to not be alert from her addled mind. "Wha?" Is her very coherent, lucid response to the spectacle in front of her. She blinks rapidly, trying to clear her eyes, and cocks her head to stare at the unusual feeding. "Huh?"