((Really good Roleplay, Cyria! Taking care of Actil this entire time surprised me!))<br/><br/>For Cyria, Actil proves to be a rather light bundle to move, and carrying him up out of the basement of the old house is very little effort. Once in the light, it allows her to get a better look at him - his pallor is noticably better already, and though it would likely be a long, long while before he recovered completely from the ordeals of keeping the well sealed, but his breathing has become more steady, and he is actually moving a little bit in his 'sleep'. It's a rather drastic improvement, considering how he looked not too terribly long ago.<br/><br/>More surprising, though, was when his eyes actually briefly flutter open to mere slits, gazing up at his temporary arachnid caretaker. It's unsure if he actually registers her face in his mind or still thinks that Cyria is still his missing sister, and though he tries to mouth something, whatever manages to form into actual sound is hardly more then a little, weakened groan.  Hand trembling, he reaches beneath his robe, fishing for something that he soon finds. Retrieveing it from it's little storage spot, he wordlessly presses it into Cyria's hand mere seconds before his head lolls to the side again, the toil of so much movement pushing him back into the realms of unconciousness.<br/><br/>A quick examination of the little object in Cyria's hand reveals it to be a small stone key, roughly the size of a gatehouse key. It looks plain and simple, save for a trio of small, red stones set into the top, two of which seem to be cracked. The third seems to be intact, but what  the purpose of said key is, is unknown.  The only one to likely know - Actil himself - is not exactly heathly enough to explain, either.<br/><br/>************************************************<br/><br/>Inside Alura's mind, she can hear the faint echo of Veira saying...SOMETHING. It's there, right at the very edge of her consciousness, but much like someone yelling something from a distance just beyond audible range, what she's saying is unknown. Despite the inability to UNDERSTAND her, though, Alura can still feel her presence, much like a little, glowing ball of warmth that suspends itself in the back of her head. There, but...nestled away for some reason.<br/><br/>It's hard to concentrate upon such a presence, though, with the warmth of Yumina's tongue coyly gliding across Alura's cheek. It was a rather familiar feeling, and one that seemingly still lingered in the forefront of Alura's memory. The heat of the feline's breath that so gently caresses the side of her neck, the faint slickness of her saliva that clings to her skin, leaving behind a rapidly cooling patch of warmth.  Even the softness and warmth of her furry body pressed so tightly up against Alura's own was almost comforting. At such close proximity, Alura can even hear the faint, hungry rumble of her tummy, a tummy denied the fairy it had so desperately craved...and a tummy that had thankfully been denied the human and potential spider that would have followed shortly thereafter. Even now, Alura can feel Yumina's body tensing up very slightly against her own, the arms nestled around her back pulling her in just a little closer, a little tighter...<br/><br/>...Would the catgirl eat her again, had there been no witnesses around? It was hard to tell, but one thing was for certain - the big, strong feline was enjoying Alura's presence just as much as the other way around, though perhaps with ulterior motives.<br/><br/>"What?" Yumina murmurs when Alura declines taking Meera's ring from her "Not like she needs it.  An' trust me, you don't want that greedyguts--" Wharever she'd been saying is cut short by the little bap to her snout, the simple action drawing an immediate growl from somewhere deep in the feline's chest. A growl that, though it sounded feirce, quickly died off into a more 'pouting' rumble that set her ears splayed back against the top of her head "Hmph. Fine. Whatever." She mutters, picking Alura up and setting her over to the side (after one more little 'accidental' squeeze to the fae's rump), and sets about the task of collecting her nearby armor "So, I just have a sword and my armor. I'm taking both. Unless there are objections?"  She casts a 'look' in Johan's direction that was somewhere between a challenge and a plead - it was obvious she was outclassed and outmanned and she knew it, but the proud feline was still trying to save some small measure of face.<br/><br/>"Then, I'll come with you all to Tyval, and go my own way there. I think I'm done with the merc life. At least for now. We failed, we're not getting paid, greedyguts ate all the GOOD food.." Shifting her attention to Meera, Yumina shoots her a hard look "...And we got our tails soundly thrashed. You didn't off us all, so I ain't intendin' to fight you unless you try to stick me in chains or take my armor or sword. Y'already got my gold, an' piss on it." Without really bothering to wait around on Johan's answer, or anyone else's for that matter, Yumina bends down and starts to step into her leather subligar.<br/><br/>Needless to say, for those situated behind her, the view is quite an enticing one, and she seemed not bashful in the slightest about showing off all her body had to offer. Each sway of her tail reveals the faint pinkness of her nether lips nestled away between her thighs, and it was all too easy to get lost in how delightfully firm and shapely her rump looked, how nice her thighs were, the gentle accents of muscle that was just ever so slightly visible in her lower back..."An' Actil was going to eat that thick elf over there. I swear, if noone else chows down on her, I am. I'm bloody starving, and ain't no way Actil is gonna be in any condition to tend to her." Pausing momentarily just as she pulls up her bottom, covering her rear, Yumina casts a glance over her shoulder at Cyria, her expression briefly softening "...Good on you, girl, for...not offing him, huh? No hard feelings about intendin' to eat you or nothing, hmm? We good?" With that, she sets back about the task of getting into her outfit...<br/><br/>The bound wild-elf, still gagged and tossed onto her side near the weapon pile, actually looks a little more nervous at the words being exchanged about her fate. Yumina seemed intent on doing her in, and even Johan seemed to be considering it - that didn't leave her with a whole lot of options. Ears bobbing, the tan-skinned elvish girl cries out in muffled shouts into her gag, but making out whatever she's saying without removing the fabric binding her mouth seems to be an excercise in futility 'Mmm! Mmff!! Mmmff mff mmmmffff!'<br/><br/>Of course, allowing her to get into her armor could create a dilemma...on one hand, she might do exactly as she said, but on the other...letting that particular feline get fully geared up and THEN trying to take her on again if she turned was going to be incredibly difficult...<br/><br/>((It's up to the group if they let Yumina put on her armor or not. It'll take her time, and she's paying more attention to the armor than anything else. Could 'deal with her' with a couple of strikes, or trust her to keep her word and work WITH you, at least for the time being. Clearly, she's not interested in joining the Iron Boars))<br/><br/>Mention of 'keeping her ring' seems to brighten Meera's disposition instantly, her ears perking back up atop her head "Yes! My ring! Um, an...and...I could join you? I'm uh...really new to the whole merc thing, though. This was my first job, and...I think I just messed it all up. M-maybe I can try it again? Would that be okay, Shodon?"<br/><br/>The wolf-man simply shrugged, his response curt and simply "It's y'life, girl. Do what you want. Meself, I'm sticking it out here for a while with the others - I don't see Aniel anywhere, an I couldn't help but overhearing this whole 'other world' bit. " His wolf-like ears swivel a little atop his head, a pleased smile creasing his lips "...Who's to say she won't come back, huh? Leave Actil with us, we'll take care of him, an' you all can go on your way, huh? Not like we're in much of a condition to follow."<br/><br/><br/>Cyria's approach and the little enchant she places over Naji's eyes causes the drow to exhale a soft, pleased sigh of relief that quickly turns into a groan "Uuuuugggh, Cyria, you're a lifesaver. Remind me to buy you the biggest...I dunno what spiders drink, but the biggest whatever it is you've ever laid eyes on.  Ahem. Well, it's all your call. If we intend to make it back by dark, though, we'd better start heading that direction soon - not that *I* particularly mind being out in the night, but those of you with...ahh...delicate night-vision, well..."<br/><br/>(Pretty much in 'your call' mode! It's up to you all when you wanna head back to town and what you wanna do from here, so...no rush, but I won't force us along till I get the go ahead! x3 )