Petronella is a little tied up at the moment, so is of course nowhere near the site the the battle. Watching her Master go at it so forcefully and powerfully is only making her ache for his touch even more, but in her current position all she can do is watch.<br/><br/>Her mind occasionally drifts to the business at hand, worry in her thoughts about whether Wrath will be able to handle the Solar, whether he'll be seen, so many things, but in the end there is little she can do about it, which makes her feel all the more helpless.<br/><br/>She struggles a little in the bindings, uncomfortable but finding a strange pleasure in them all their own. She has been learning to find pleasure in the strangest of things lately, and she certainly isn't complaining. She watches mutely, gagged as she is, and lets out a longing little groan. She certainly would never begrudge Master his pleasures, even though she wishes she could be the one giving them.