Feeling the presence of a strong set of hands upon her shoulders was enough to jolt the sorceress right out of her skin, almost having leaped off the ground were it not for the hold. Words registered in her brain but she was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate, focusing meekly on the pressing of a full stomach up against her back. Whimpering, the half-elf ultimately found herself complying with the direction she was given without too much fuss, dutifully marching in step with Ferya towards where Wilnomna lay, her emerald eyes sweeping over the slowly vanishing figure of the archer.<br/><br/>At the centauress' encouraging smile, she tried to offer a (rather unconvincing) one of her own, hesitantly stepping forward and reaching out with both arms. Nimble fingers meekly dug into the other half-elf's undergarments, delivering a firm tug to deprive the woman of the offending clothing. A stark crimson blush had begun to creep across Elisia's face as her gaze drifted over the taut bulge that the archer's body created within her predator's throat, leaving the sorceress to swallow - hard - while she continued staring on, now with a pair of undergarments in her hands at that.