Miaren isn't sure that she could have stayed upright if he hadn't made the command.  She manages not to fall heavily as her knees buckle.  Unlike Fern, she keeps her head more upright, still trying to keep an alert eye on their surroundings.<br/><br/>It isn't easy.  The plug in her backside is a constant reminder, shifting with every tremor of her exhausted muscles.  The arousal she feels is foreign, since she doesn't feel emotionally attracted to Adamion or physically attracted to Fern for that matter, and its continued gnawing embarrasses her.<br/><br/><em>Why do I feel this way?</em>she wonders, not trying to communicate, but too fractured to hold the thought private.