When Brelia shot her hand into the warm, humid and almost inviting maw, and trailed her finger over Nilia's tongue, the catgirl would feel the mouth cavity tense and shift, as the naga involuntarily swallowed, nearly catching the catgirl's fingers in between her lips as her maw closed in surprised stimulation. Having been left to stare at the awfully teasing kitty, and swallow a mouthful of saliva that had rapidly been building up at that brief, but succulent taste, Nilia's lips slowly curled into a smile, her cheeks again carrying the faintest of blushes as she cooed a quick, "Thaaank you!"~, before slithering off.<br/><br/>Realizing she might have let Irice's mostly teasing words and challenges rile her up a bit too much, the naga's tailtip slipped over, up behind the oread, and as the warpriest just finished her speech, it flopped down to pat her comrade in arms on the head, all the while Nilia herself nodded, with a different, softer look in her eyes, and actually apologized with a quick, "I am glad! ... And I am sorry about overreacting, I do that a lot..." Once Irice resumed teasing her though, that gentle calm that had come over the noodle soon vanished, with the naga smacking her thick, heavy tail into the floor with a loud<span style="font-weight: bold">*THUD*</span>, sending a little tremor through the nearby tiles as she, quite flusteredly exclaimed, "I-i am NOT getting eaten by any equine, centaur or not! Hmmmph!" A few seconds later, as her tightly clenched fists somewhat loosened up, and her arms instead crossed infront of her chest, the proud noodle's gaze would move away from Irice again, as she admitted, " ... I am still glad we can work together, so just make sure I don't have to cut up any centaur stomachs to retrieve you before I have dinner, and we will be fine. ... And uh, I am not getting wrapped around anyone's finger, I just kinda enjoy Brelia's company!", albeit with a bit of a puff.<br/><br/>Though rather warmly accepting said oracle's rope with a friendly smile, Irice's words of caution does gain some more traction in her mind with the admission of the catgirl herself. Perhaps it was a bit too naive of her to have thought of Brelia as a cute, innocent little girl and completely miss her manipulative tendencies. Looking away from both Brelia and Irice now, Nilia held the rope infront of herself as she pondered out loud, "If we are going to tie together more spears, maybe we should cut back to four spear on each rope. That way, though we cover less area, a centaur or horse charging through will take with it less of the fortifications"<br/><br/>Her eyes did dare to land on Kay though, as the energetic faun did what she always did. Again, the naga admired her energy, bravery and passion, even though their ideologies otherwise clashed quite a bit, and would just smile a little as she watched her antics, like it was recharging her after all the draining interactions.<br/><br/>Finally, with a nod to the words of both Lensea and Adriaan, Nilia would begin to stretch, feeling rather prepared for the coming battle as she echoed the other's opinions, saying, "Yeah, the plan is at some point going to go awry, so the only thing we really need to remember is keeping together and watching each other's back. We don't want any one of us to take a lance to the back of the head or anything of the sort", before she slithered off to the armor stands again to see if there were any spears left to construct more traps out of.