Miaren hears the tremor in those words, even if they no longer make full sense to her.  Fern is frightened.  Almost immediately, the tenor of her actions changes subtly.  Instead of scouring her companion's flesh clean, her licks become more delicate, dabbing up the citrusy potion as she works across the newly-accessible curves of the other's breasts.  Sympathy, unseen by its intended recipient, wells in her green eyes.<br/><br/><em>Almost done.</em>It doesn't come across in precise words, but more as a sensation of reaching an end, seasoned with the tense heat that surrounds her own intimate regions.